But if we're still here, and we still breathe,
At least we've still got time to figure it out,
To know what to do,
To know how to feel,
Know the things that I've been making up inside my head,
And to know what's real.
I want to believe that the way I am is just the way it goes.
For the things that came, not the things I chose
I want to know if I had any control.
I want to know if it'd comfort me.
And if my heart just stops, pack my memories in it-
I want to know all the love I've got.
And if my heart just stops, keep me alive for a minute-
I want to know if a curtain drops.