You might come, and you might break me
But I know my place, 'cause I was born into it
And you might crash, and you might burn up
But you know your place, 'cause you dug yourself into it
And they might win, and they might break me
But I know my place, 'cause I've gotten used to it
And you might live, or you might give up
But you know your place, 'cause you've fallen into it
And I'm falling too.

And if you come back to haunt me
I could probably use the company
Come have a seat
But I have to become forgetful
I can't remember why you died
And how
All this feels like a daydream
Or like some ghostly play
Where everything that is happening
Looks like it's dead and gone.

And I won't bend, so you'll have to break me
But I know my place, and I'm pretty used to it
And you might turn, and you might lose face,
But you know your place, 'cause you've given into it
And you might laugh, or might hate me
But I know my name, and I'm pretty used to it
And you might turn, and you might leave me
But I know my place, and I've gotten used to it
And I've...