Nah the [bad word] out
Mark red lines across the pavement
whilst the snow falls down
stained crimson on the ground
Don’t call the Police
I’m begging you please
Because Ya know
It’s dark
in this cave
The spotlight
can’t find the stage
It’s dark
in this cave
but it feels like home so I think I’m gonna stay
Here
where the looks fall cold
you know this knife shines bold
and then [bad word] I wish I could just fall off
But now it’s getting kinda hard
I think ill be leaving in a funeral cart
(don’t call the police
I’m begging you please)
Who’d of thought the lies they told you
would awake my restless brother
Who’d of thought the lies they told you
would awake my sisters lover
“Nah don’t call the police
I’m begging ya please
ya please
ya please!”