Book of Ruth

Poor little baby Blood on her hand She said she's losing her mind She rolls her eyes And speaks in tongues Said it gets better with time She wraps her head in bandages To keep the words in her mouth She prayed for more Than what's in store Then locked the door to her house Oh it's me I've been dead for years Let me haunt you while I wake It's not the life I chose to live But it's one I'll gladly take I never meant we were perfect Let me count the ways we hate Yes all I have to do is wait I guess all that I have to do is wait Inside this house The lights are dim We count the cracks in the paint I got a map she colored coastlines And all the people to save Out on the sidewalk Wrapped in a sheet She kissed the hands that she passed She made her likeness Out of paper And lit the end with a match Oh it's me I've been dead for years Let me haunt you while I wake It's not the life I chose to live But it's one I'll gladly take I never meant we were perfect Let me count the ways we hate I guess all that I have to do is wait Instrumental Poor little baby caught in a nightmare And she was losing her mind And on her deathbed With her last breath She said, "Well at least I tried" Oh it's me I've been dead for years Let me haunt you while I wake It's not the life I chose to live But it's one I'll gladly take I never meant we were perfect Let me count the ways we hate I guess all I that have to do is wait I guess all I have to do is wait