So is it courage or strength 
and is that what I'm waiting for? 
If I could just kill myself 
would it also kill the remorse? 
I wanted so badly to catch a break 
but I'm only breaking down. 
I'm still here and standing 
but if it's up to me 
I don't think I'll be hanging around 

The drink slips down my throat 
and the burn cures nice and slow. 
All the worst parts I wouldn't want you to see 
The only parts left of me 
Now, here I am 
Just a kid without a better plan. 
But it's the simple thoughts that haunt me the most. 
I never got to see the west coast 

Spent my nights just asking why 
Would God let me [bad word] like this. 
Was it a joke from the start? 
Was I suppose to laugh more at it? 
And everyone's quoting their teachers and preachers 
but their words make me feel so alone. 
No one ever says that they've had those thoughts 
in the middle of the night. 
No one ever admits that they waited to take their life. 

The drink slips down my throat 
and the burn cures nice and slow 
All the worst parts I wouldn't want you to see 
The only parts left of me 
Now, here I am 
Just a kid without a better plan. 
But it's the simple thoughts that haunt me the most. 
I never got to see the west coast 

But it's the life I dreamed I have 
The love I've found in my grasp 
The words I could share with someone. 
Those thoughts keep the breath in my lungs 
That tomorrow my hope will [bad word] 
to feel a love that can't be undone. 
And save a wretch like me. 

So if the drink slips down your throat 
and the burn cures nice and slow. 
All the worst parts you wouldn't want me to see 
The same parts, I have in me 
Now, scares me to thinking this way 
I feel just like you do 
But when you're by yourself you should know 
One day we got to see the west coast.