Can I ask you a question? Please?
Promise that you won’t laugh at me?
So I’m standing here
Hypothetically
afraid I’ll be betrayed
As twisted as it would seem
hypothetically
I only fear in my dreams.
So can I let in the morning light and let the darkness fade away?
If, hypothetically
I had to hold my breath,
How long would I last without meeting my dear friend death?
I reach for the sky as the moon looks on
Another year will have come and gone
Hypothetically, how long could I last?