It's not fair to see everything Fall too pieces How is anything suppose to Suppose to get better when you're not around The breaks aren't coming around I don't feel like dying But it seems like a good idea What the fuck is the point You got me stuck on a thought That things won't be the same anymore And there are some things that make me feel like you do And I'm not coming back to see it through again You and me we got some things in common Like how you wake up in the morning Wanting to go back to bed The breaks aren't coming around I don't feel like dying But it seems like a good idea