I'm my own biographer
So everything I know can be preserved
When everything I touch
All that I see
Escapes me
Oh god
Are you my crutch?
Might have done too much
A few more days
And we'll go our separate ways
Moving on is easier done than said
And everything I touch
All that I see
Still with me
Oh god
Are you my crutch?
Might have done too much
A few more days
And we'll go our separate ways