Still

Everyday i think like this, It's like a fever, it's like fever i'm coming down with Hold this shaking hand of mine Like you're part of me Like your actually a part of me And everyday i think like this And every reasoned thought reduces to an empty shell But there's nobody to tell That it can't be perfect That this picture can't be perfect Steal my memories They are nothing, i could just invent some more And when i sleep i'll just try waking up Lose some battles win some wars And in the still of life i feel it pulling from the centre Hear the word and run for cover Some can die before their bodies stop But i'm still breathing and while i'm breathing I'd better get up and leave And when i see my time High above the day i die Way too high to stop and care I still want you there, i still want you there