Out the Door

maybe I’m a criminal...maybe I’m a hero....
maybe I will save the world...maybe I will cause its death...
maybe I’ll be a family man...maybe I’ll stay alone...
maybe I’ll be a really good husband...and maybe I won’t...
maybe I don’t really love you....maybe I don’t really love you...
But I think I do....

I’m still here...but I’m sinking...I’m trying to find my own way out...
And if I go too deep...the last thing I want to see will be you...
All of you...

maybe I am jealousy...maybe I don’t give a damn....
maybe I have always wanted to be you...maybe...probably...
maybe I’m a bastard for breaking your heart...
But I never wanted to...
maybe I don’t really love you...maybe I don’t really love you...
No I know I do...

I’m still here...but I’m sinking...I’m trying to find my own way out...
And if I go too deep...the last thing I want to see will be you...
All of you...

And while I’m on my way out the door...I’ll shake your hand...
And maybe then...maybe then I’ll know who you are...who I am...
Who you are...