When you sleep too much, they think you're dying
Next time they ask, I swear I'll say you'd died
And they'll ask me what my plans are now you're gone and now it's over
And I'll stay and lie to them while you run and hide
I know you'd never say if you were leaving
Once days had pa**ed, I'd know you ran
You're always running off and slipping chains and screening calls
And though I try to feed you, you keep shying from my hand
They ask me if you're really as impossible as you seem
And I have to answer kindly 'cause I know your fate is mine
They ask me, off the record, am I better off without you
That question's worthless 'cause I know your fate is mine