I'm really frightened
And I don't know who I am
And it's gonna take the death of my best friend for me to understand
That I've got a log of things
I've gotta while they're mine
Cause I might let them slip right through my finger, and wonder
Why I cry all the time

I might let this slip right through my fingers, but I won't cry
And I let this slip right through my fingers, but I won't cry
All the time

I miss night crawling with you
I hope that you miss it too

You and I were the gruesome two
But I'm not gruesome without you

I won't let this slip right through my fingers, and I won't cry
I won't let this slip right through my fingers, and I won't cry
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