It's not fair to see everything
Fall too pieces
How is anything suppose to
Suppose to get better when you're not around
The breaks aren't coming around
I don't feel like dying
But it seems like a good idea
What the f*ck is the point
You got me stuck on a thought
That things won't be the same anymore
And there are some things that make me feel like you do
And I'm not coming back to see it through again
You and me we got some things in common
Like how you wake up in the morning
Wanting to go back to bed
The breaks aren't coming around
I don't feel like dying
But it seems like a good idea