Peeling the scabs of days away from the [bad word] of my life
Chasing the ugly shadows of the past at best
Tumbling down the hill falling on my back 
I’m at the bottom I’m at the bottom
Do i need a bottle?
Cause then again ooh I’m without you and I never know
oooh I’m without you and I never know oooh I’m without you
What’s behind the door?

And you're feeling down and you stick around
And you beat about the bush and wait 
Wait to see the light of day
I was [bad word] but i stuck around
And my thoughts aren't growing dim and colors stay
The pieces falling into place
All at once

When everything is going down
I’m around