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.