Mental Math

Read it in a book once, don't remember where
 If you're happy in a dream, it has to count for something
 Cursing at the sun, you taught me not to swear
 You ask if I'd get worse and I say, "Damn it, you can bet"
 Hanging on a ledge outside of your house
 Trying not to freak out staring at the ground
 Doing math in my head, how far is it down?
 Not too good to beg for you to try to talk me down
 You say you never had a good night sleep
 Any of the nights you spent with me
 I ask if it'd be better when I leave and then regret it
 Maybe if I were a little patient
 But I never learned the virtue in waiting
 It's too late, anyway, to take it back
 'Cause I have a lot to say
 And never in the right way
 And if I could just explain
 Myself again
 Oh, if I could fix you first
 Tell me about what hurts
 I'd try not to make it worse
 Than it already has
 'Cause I have a lot to say
 And never in the right way
 And if I could just explain
 Myself again