All the things you said to me. Early morning, still in bed. You said the blood was on my hands. You picked it up, you picked it all apart. I didn't know I was the only thing you saw. I could see it in the air. Day and night, my love. Were never really mine. And we're singing along. It's alright, it's okay, and we're carrying on (it's alright). You hate yourself for what you said. It's alright, it's okay, And we're singing along. Calling out your name.
Give it, give it up just to leave it on the line. But you needed proof. And I was in the in-between. But beyond it painted black. I could barely see your eyes. But you could never admit you were wrong.
As you held a garden hose. Everyone was only dyin' to live. You wanna place a big bet (big bet). Sun is coming up ahead. And then you, still all alone. I couldn't give you up. It's your birthday (it's alright). Please Mr. Remington, now. You were always saying we would make it to the catacombs. Forever run (and I was incomplete). Losing every other friend. I can only scream so loud, but you ignored me. I awoke from the sleep of a hundred days. You're stranded it on the bridge.
In the end, it came when you wrote my name on the bathroom stall. And the ocean was all in my fingertips. Way too young to die. You better have a big hand. But I held you on my back. Laying on a table like I wasn't even there.
Did you write your letters to your shitty friends?