Hey sweetheart, 

Don’t take it so hard. 

I’m sorry I was bringing you down. 

I didn’t mean it when I said, that I wish you were dead. 



And hey sweetheart, is that your new car? 

Why don't you drive it off of a cliff? 

Because I can't stand your life, 

Since I am no longer in it. 



And the pain is real. 

But so are the pills. 

I can talk to my therapist, pretend you don’t exist. 

The further you go, 

The colder my bones begin to grow. 

They’re cracking and creaking, 

Creating a big scene, 

In the vessel of my body. 



And hey sweetheart, 

How far is too far? 

Cause now I have some blood on my hands. 

It may have been a mistake, 

But I am only a man. 



And the pain is real, 

But so are the pills. 

I can talk to my therapist, pretend you don’t exist. 

The further you go, 

The colder my bones begin to grow. 

They’re cracking and creaking, 

Creating a big scene, 

In the vessel of my body. 



The further you go, 

The colder my bones begin to grow. 

They’re cracking and creaking, 

Creating a big scene, 

In the vessel of my body.