I said I'd stay on the phone Since you're struggling these days Woke up early that morning To find you in a bad place Running low on your mood And your Diazepam pills Down to one inch of vodka Now you're feeling the chills Try to keep your feet straight But your brain isn't there Took a tumble head first Now you're tasting the air Break your fall in a bush That is jagged with thorns And how they cut you up From head to toe From head to toe From head to toe ♪ A stranger finds you laid out On the side of the road Dripping blood from both your arms He couldn't leave you there alone He gets you into his car You press your face against the glass Oh, what a beautiful place The tall trees and the summer grass Merge into one It's a perfect green blur Drops you off at the clinic As you start to defer Wash your hands of the crime Do it over again A bullshit resurrection It's crooked in the end It leaves you crooked in the end It leaves you crooked in the end