Smoke it down til you smell the flesh burning from your fingertips
Your knuckles are white
From beating on the walls at night
Cast your worries to the side focus on them when you get the time
You're gonna lose your mind
It happens all the time

Maybe I can tell you to keep your head up and follow through
Good things will come to you
I could worry myself to death about you
Hope you get there safely

I got your letter that you sent to me about your misery
You're steady suffering
It's such a shame to see
Give us all discretion and of a sound mind
A suicide
Is for the weaker kind

Maybe I can tell you to keep your head up and follow through
Good things will come to you
I could worry myself to death about you
Hope you get there safely
And your unhappiness
Emotional distress
And your unhappiness

I hope you get there safely
(Smoke down til you smell the flesh burning from your fingertips)