I got a handful of friends that kept me around,
but they feel that urge of moving on.
I’m just sick of losing everything while I’ve scared
myself away.
My bones are all numb and my head feels like it’s sinking
lower.
I made lots of mistakes, so I don’t think that I’ve made
things better,
or changed your mind.
Leave here so our hearts won’t fade to grey.
Oh we’re stranded here, if you stay with all these
problems.
That we faced through all these years.
When going on is the hardest thing to do.
My bones are all numb and my head feels like it’s sinking
lower.
I made lots of mistakes, so I don’t think that I’ve made
things better.
Pull the chord on me cause
everything I’ve grown to know can move on right without
me.
Kiss the ground then throw me in the river,
and no one would really have to find out.