Hitchcock

There's a pit in my heart
I feel it next to you in the dark
After good and bad dreams
Of wishing for opposite things

In some other world I'd ask for forgiveness
In this one I'd sooner pass judgement
And I'm not sure which crystals are best for holding grudges

You shouldn't waste your compliments
Because I spend half of my time feeding a god complex
And the rest I'm on the defensive

Last night I broke our fourth plate
You thought it was strange I suggested we break
One more to even the score
All's not fair in anxiety and daydreams

When I sleep I play out scenarios
Of accidents you got yourself in
And I show up just in time to make sure
Nothing goes irreversibly wrong

You shouldn't waste your compliments
Because I spend half of my time feeding a god complex
And the rest I'm on the defensive

Out here the sun doesn't go down at night
3AM birds it's Hitchcock in real life
The whole town bathed in perpetual twilight
The kids who live outside don't mind



Credits
Writer(s): Ann Schaefer
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