You're always worried about tomorrow and when the day ends, you regret the most
You're curled up in your little ball again, I fixed you up a piece of buttered toast but you threw it away
But I'll keep waiting here with you though I was late for work on Tuesday
So much time wasted under here, wrapped in your blanket I can breathe
I never want to see you like this, but I'll bring lots of snacks and camp all night
I empathize 'cause I know first hand what it's like to want to grab a knife and slit your own neck