You hoard the things
That matter the most,
Then kiss me softly
You come real close.
You whisper to me
That I\'ll be alright,
Then tuck me in bed
And bid me goodnight.
You leave me with dreams
Of great, tragic sorrows
Of little kids screaming
And no tomorrows.
But when I scream back
It\'s just what I fear,
No one is listening
Only the devil will hear.
You soothe me to sleep
Tell me I\'m okay
But can\'t you see
I can\'t live this way.