i am so easily hurt
so easily hurt
and my time draws closer
it’s like a flame to a bedsheet
i will go up in the night  
and finally i will sleep
because i have a lifetime of tiredness
but the tears i cried will never put out the flame
and so whether it’s a bedside of pills
or a swinging from a tree
i am sorry for what i did to you
and i am sorry for me
but it’s goodnight for you and us
and it’s goodnight from me