Sheryl Crow

make it go away

I stare into
Some great abyss
And calculate
The things I'd miss
If I could only
Make some sense of this

And Madam Butterfly
Resounds
Over the mothership
Her lights
Flashing around
I float above her and
I wonder how
To make it go away
Make it go away

I crawl
Into my circumstance
Lay on the table
Begging for another chance
But I was a good girl
I can't understand how to
Make it go away
Make it go away

Sometimes I wonder
Which hurts the worse
The thougt of dying
Or reliving every hurt
Was love the illness
And disease the cure
Make it go away