Eleven

I wanna stay, I can't go on

And I'm gonna wait, till morning comes

However warped my head

And I won't be on my way until I

Fluttering, shuttering eyelids and my skin is crawling

My fingernails scrawling

As my lungs begin to shudder

And my legs begin to flutter

What I hold in my hand won't be on my way until I, yeah

Fluttering, shuttering eyelids and my skin is crawling

My fingernails scrawling