One heart attack and you stumble,
lost into a light you make so brightly false.
And I watch as blood spills down your arm and makes its way to me.
So here I stand, puddled underneath,
trying to believe you're nothing like you seem.
I, I, I, I just don't know.
Well, I, I, I, I just don't know.
By the kitchen sink you talk to me, saying, 'I don't remember.'
And I knew right then it wasn't you,
just some weak imposter.
But how could you, my lovely friend, get caught in their current?
(No, I don't believe.
No, no, I won't believe.
You will remember.)
And I would hold your hand if you came to me.
I would do anything to see you walk free.
I, I, I, I just don't know.
Well, I, I, I, I just don't know.
With these perfect tree branches, though,
there's bound to be a lynching.
With the crowd, one side is screaming out;
the sound gets overwhelming.
And they want you to believe them.
Yeah, they'd love to see you hanging.
And I know the noose is tempting, and it seems like a perfect fit.
Don't go through with it.
I, I, I, I just don't know
I, I, I, I just don't know
I, I, I, I just don't know
I, I, I, I just don't know.
