When I was a child
I'd sit on the swing...

Autumn's almost done, I'm gonna break these veins...
Winter's gonna come and you won't be here, my...

I'm a bad place and I know it
You're driving here on a twisted road...

These days, I find myself here more often than not
I told you my reasons, then somehow you forgot...

You bite my fingers trying to get me to move
But my eyes and my heart tell me there's nothing...

Oceans away,
A world of your own...

My bed is getting colder
It's that time of year again...

My alibi is a fever dream
Where I shook in my bed...

The sun broke down inside your eyes
And left them burning blue...

Sweet dreams, Doll Face
Hold that emotion back...

You're so much better at this game than me
You're doing fine, I'm getting no sleep...

Look who's laughing now
Chuckle...