I lost all faith today in suicidal featherweights 

With broken wrists and weaker fists 

This is the last fight ill give away.. 

And there's something terrible locked in her attic 

So im told… 

I can feel it on my face 

I still feel you everywhere

…and operator I cant hold much longer…

Cause there's a spot by a bathroom door 

Where I dropped so fast straight through the floor 

When I lost my grip on everything 

Eight feet under water is where we dare 

Our locked lips keep out the water and the liars 

Full of nothing but air…

So if anybody talks of me tell them I am never coming home again 

Just tell them I am gone…

Theres a place that I might fit in, but it reeks like where we've been 

Perfect footprints from our feet that our haunted just by me 

To the lady of the hour (I hear) liquor love is all the rage 

Your skin feels way too sour and I've lost my sense of taste…

Theres a hole that we all fall in 

Where we fight for oxygen 

That's where I caught my grip and became king 

Eight feet undercover, don't forget that im here 

Warm secrets under covers with new friends 

And your holiday lovers…

So if anybody talks of me 

Tell them ill be gone forever without these scars 

That are completely invisible....