Yeah… yeah…)
The noose won’t work so I load my gun to help me Kurt Cobane (uh-uh)
The more I relapse I realize how much I love these pills again and again (again… again…)
Don’t have anyone to talk to so I make Xanax my best friend again (my only friend…)
Wipe my memories clean starting over again, but my body aching again (it hurts…)
VERSE 1
(Yeah… look…)
He stepped out the house with his hood up, rain hittin’ him like pain inside (drip… drip…)
Phone on silent, heart on empty, no one left he could confide (nah…)
Took the long road home just to clear his crowded mind
But every memory hit him quicker than the white lines on the roadside (fast…)
He hit the store, grabbed a bottle just to calm the storm
Cashier asked if he’s good, he forced a smile that wasn’t warm (fake smile…)
Drove home slow, music loud, tryin’ not to drown
But emotions kept pullin’ him under like he’d never come back up to the ground
Sat in the driveway, hands trembling on the wheel (shake… shake…)
Whispered, “Why does everything I touch ruin how I feel?”
Walked inside with the lights off, shadows followin’ him in
Closed the door behind him like he couldn’t breathe again (locked in…)
HOOK
The noose won’t work so I load my gun to help me Kurt Cobane (not again…)
The more I relapse I realize how much I love these pills again and again (again… again…)
Don’t have anyone to talk to so I make Xanax my best friend again (my best friend…)
Wipe my memories clean starting over again, but my body aching again (it aches…)
VERSE 2
(Yeah… mmm…)
Layin’ on the floor with his fears right next to him (too close…)
Memories on replay like a scratched CD that never ends
Thought of the girl who said she’d stay, then left when he broke
Thought of every “I’m fine” that felt like a choke (can’t breathe…)
He wiped tears with his sleeve tryin’ not to fall apart
Room spinning like the demons playing games with his heart
He wasn’t chasing endings, he was just tired of the weight
Tired of every night feeling like a losing fate (so tired…)
He looked at the pills but kept his distance, didn’t cross that line (step back…)
A quiet voice whispered, “One day you’ll be fine…”
He stood up slow, wiped his face, breathing in the dim
Whispered, “Maybe tomorrow might not feel this grim…” (maybe…)
HOOK
The noose won’t work so I load my gun to help me Kurt Cobane
The more I relapse I realize how much I love these pills again and again
Don’t have anyone to talk to so I make Xanax my best friend again
Wipe my memories clean starting over again, but my body aching again
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