one summer last fall

kid

i held you with arms that felt so hard

you kept your chin up

i held my guard

made a prison bed from a life i never led

let me correct these mistakes you delight in

god

i hope i get it right

i've been practicing tonight

kid

i hope it holds a fraction of its feeling

if you keep believing

i'll keep on being

a ghost in his prison bed

short-sheeted and shook dead

looking at love he still hasn't made yet

that i couldn't make to you

baby

i can barely move

and kid

you were wrong

that wasn't me in that song

you write the lie you'd like to be

when your life looks like a book you wouldn't read

kid

i've lived through others

made myself so small

i lived through a record -- one summer

last fall

the singer said something i could only feel

i saw him this morning; he still looked real real

god

i need him here tonight

i just know he'd get this right

and kid

i'm a mess

if it looked good

you're seeing things

i guess

i changed my mind so many times

i'm a strobe light

flickering freak

the baby of the week

i'm starting to see

i'm starting to see

i'm starting to see someone i could never be

hey

kid

what went wrong?

we had it all; now

it's all gone

i blew my mind out

now it's your turn to find out

what we all need

what we all mean

i'm starting to see

i'm starting to see

i'm starting to see someone i don't want to be