Mental Math کے بول

Read it in a book once Don't remember where If you're happy in a dream it has to count for something Cursing at the Sun You tell me not to swear You ask if I get worse and I say, dammit, you can bet Hanging on a ledge, outside of your house Trying not to freak out, staring at the ground Doing math in my head, how far is it down? Not too good to beg for you to try to talk me down You say you never had a good night's sleep Any of the nights you spent with me I ask if it'd be better when I leave And then regret it Maybe if I were a little patient But I never learned the virtue in waiting It's too late, anyway, to take it back Cause I have a lot to say And never in the right way And if I could just explain Myself, again Oh, if I could fix you first Tell me about what hurts I'd try not to make it worse Than it already has Cause I have a lot to say And never in the right way And if I could just explain Myself, again