I know you're not asleep
I can feel you moving over there
You've been playing with the seam
In your worn out underwear
My lips are raw as hell
From biting on them just to stay awake
It's not like i'm gonna need them, you won't be around
To see them bleed and break
Chorus (distortion and power chords)
All, all that i do, comes back to you
So i'll just think about you
'til there's nothing in my head
All i can do, is try not to screw this up again
And just be friends, i'd rather be dead