Ray Hawthorne - Fix Yourself Lyrics

I heard you plot an escape
And I learned a couple things
About her a little too late
I found words but nothing to say
Gotta stop my arm sometimes
From a swing and a miss on my
Innocence and a sense of pride
I was drunk I was stoned
I was high all night inside your bed
You'll fix yourself to death
I was high all night you'll wind up dead
You'll fix yourself to death
I found dirt to cover my grave
Around her, it's better that way
Her flowers still grow by the lake
It's sour but easy to taste
Gotta stop my arm sometimes
From a swing and a miss on my
Innocence and a sense of pride
I was drunk I was stoned
I was high all night inside your bed
You'll fix yourself to death
I was high all night you'll wind up dead
You'll fix yourself to death
You'll fix yourself to death
You'll fix yourself to death