I can picture you in the doorway, hair in your face, that stupid shirt. I'm miles away thinking of life again. On the day I die, I want to recognize the reasons I lived in vain, and all the faces that made me afraid of living untouched. I hold my breath, try to keep to myself, won't talk to anyone else. I'm a lonely catalyst. Pull you on stage, saw you in half, grab your coat head for a cab, you are a fraction of yourself now, you are a tender miserable flower. Selling tickets for the terrible person I am. On the day I die, I want to recognize the reasons I live in vain, and all the faces that made me afraid of living untouched. Cause I don't ever want to lose you, and for all I know you've left the show. And it's hard to say I love you when I don't want to. It's hard to say I miss you when you're not there. And it's hard to know my soul when I can't feel it. And all I've always wanted has been replaceable. You are all I've always wanted