"Book Of Ruth" lyrics

Poor little baby, blood on her hand
She said she's losing her mind
She rolls her eyes, and speaks in tongues
Said it gets better with time

She wraps her head in bandages
To keep the words in her mouth
She prayed for more than what's in store
Then locked the doors to her house

Oh, it's me, I've been dead for years
Let me haunt you while I wake
It's not the life I chose to live
But it's the one I'll gladly take
I never said we were perfect
Let me count the ways we hate
I guess all that I have to do is wait

Inside this house, the lights are dim
We count the cracks in the paint
I got a map, she colored coastlines [?]
And all the people to save

Out on the sidewalk, wrapped in a sheet
She kissed the hands as she passed
She made a likeness out of paper
And lit the end with a match

Oh, it's me, I've been dead for years
Let me haunt you while I wake
It's not the life I chose to live
But it's the one I'll gladly take
I never said we were perfect
Let me count the ways we hate
I guess all that I have to do is wait

Poor little baby, dropped in a nightmare [?]
And she was losing her mind
And on her deathbed, with her last breath
She said, "Well, at least I tried"

Oh, it's me, I've been dead for years
Let me haunt you while I wake
It's not the life I chose to live
But it's the one I'll gladly take
I never said we were perfect
Let me count the ways we hate
I guess all that I have to do is wait
Oh, I guess all that I have to do is wait