Insane — Damien Rice

Should I speak?
Should I bother shaking hands?
Am I weak, if I leave it as it stands?
I've submerged,
And I've surfaced with the blame.
I guess I'm no good.
I guess I'm insane.

Should I go, if she calls out my name?
And if she bleeds, should I wipe up the stain?
And if I'm low, can I drown in this rain?
I guess I'm no good.
I guess I'm insane.

And I hate when you say that I never fight for you.
Sometimes you bleed all over my skin.
And you always end up closer than close.
There's where I give in.

Should I go, when she calls out my name?
In my mind, I'll betray you once again.
Why should I climb?
What is there to gain?
This is no good.
This is insane.

And I hate when you say that I never fight for you.
Sometimes you breathe all over my skin.
And you always end up so much closer than close.
There's where I give in.

And you're taking.
And you're taking me down.

And you always end up much closer than close.