You're sitting in your chair no ones around
Your lights are turned down low
And your skin feels about to tear and you is no sound
And all I am is frightened for you now 'cause [bad word] and

How can I show you that you're done, you're on your knees
Picking up the pieces from your past
But there's nothing more to gather
Holding on to moments that won't last
Or would you rather end it all, do you wanna?

Sitting there is him, he has your eyes
Calling you to somehow join them
And you're writin' in your skin and buyin' his lies
Not realizing that you're home
Won't [bad word] home and

How can I show you that you're done you're on your knees
Picking up the pieces from your past
But there's nothing more to gather
Holding on to moments that won't last
Or would you rather end it all, do you wanna?

No one believes you smile alone
You wanna retrieve your high on the phone
But when you hang up all I wanna do is help you to

Pick up the pieces from your past
But there's nothing more to gather
Holding on to moments that won't last
Or would you rather end it all, do you wanna?