But i'm not crazy, i'm just a little unwell I know right now you can't tell but stay awhile and maybe then you'll see a different side of me i'm not crazy, i'm just a little impaired I know right now you don't care but soon enough you're gonna think of me and how I used to be...me
Too good to be truth, just so easy for you to believe things would be alright for that long, you sit on that crowded bar, hearing the soft notes of the piano that your baby girl is playing, she's singing your favorite song from Matchbox Twenty and you pray that you'll be okay somehow.
It's a crazy time for you guys and you're doing the same as her, your best, you still don't got a job and the bills just keeps coming, you yelled at her because you feel like you're disappointing her, she's in Julliard and works at this same bar, as a singer on the open night shows.
She knows you better than you do because she's singing your hearts out from beneath that spotlight and she knows that you know she has faith on you.
A hard time would come no matter how fast you two ran.
You swear to God or whoever hears you, you'll never let her down or anyone for that matter, you'll never make her cry again because against her voice that is the sound you love the most, her crying is the sound you hate the most.
That's why you don't turn away when she invites you to the stage and you sing along with her.