I hold the bottle
It invites me in...

I still sometimes catch your scent
Your soothing hands...

The scars are long gone
But not on my brain...

Sixteen stolen tablets
Weren't quite enough...

And of course it hurts so f*(king much,
But just take these pills...

Sitting on the end of my bed
I stare head to head...

Wish you were here
Now there's only suffocating...

Some things that mean so little to us,
Are of great importance to them...

Breaking the habit
As he moves onwards...

How to save a life
So you sit preaching...

I don't want to hear about the things you did
But only because I'm too scared of knowing...

Bright eyes...
If you've got the face to launch a thousand ships...