Maybe this is a story that we can tell our kids
But if you don't have mine, maybe you can still tell this
The way your hair froze to the pillow
How I can see your breath in our tiny room by the window
Breathe in, out, slowly exhale
Look at the state your body's in
Call her up and say you're sorry
Tell her four times not to worry
She cannot see the way that you live
You'll have to tell her another story
Because Carrie's seen your messages
Of the shit that litters your floor
Because you've never felt so worthless
And she don't love you anymore
And they say, out of your window clothes start to fly
A sense of dread that you're gonna die
And against the fire, silhouettes
All your menthol cigarettes, in flames
'Cause you know that ashes don't change
They only really stay the same
Under your fingernails and up beneath your skin
Call her up and say you're sorry
Tell her four times not to worry
She cannot see the way that you live
You'll have to tell her another story
Because Carrie's seen your messages
Of the shit that litters your floor
She's set fire to your bedroom
Because she don't love you anymore