You make me uneasy
But so what?
It's not like the sky will suddenly break
It's not like I'll become the anti-me overnight
You make me uneasy
And to bear it is too much
Is too hard for my fragile ego
She sleeps, quietly
Skin abounds
She whispers
And what she whispers
Not the wisest man in the world would dare to pronounce
Oh, she's afraid, she is
She's always afraid
But she will slowly open her eyes
And see that the world is just what you make of it
I can't really tell her to go one way or the other
I'll watch her while she sleeps
And when she opens her eyes
I don't know
Maybe sky will break
You make me uneasy
Damn you and your antics
Damn all of this
All the bantering imposed upon us
Upon all of us
That won't ever break it
That won't ever convince