I know I hate to be alone, but I'm always scared.
I like to pretend the messages you send are bedside prayers.
I know you don't think of me as an angel when that old bell rings.
I wonder how I'll get to make you proud when you're not alive.
If I live in my dreams, and keep your image clean, we can fight every night.
And I'll always let you win.
If it hurts I'll wake back up.
If it hurts I'll fall asleep.