You're coming back, I don't know why I feel so bad
Oh, a picture always hurts more than words
You're born at zero, and dead at 23
Ain't it fucking cold, and the dirt comes free
verse 2
You make it clear, you take me as insincere
A picture I can't live without seein'
Oh, you made your point, I never robbed you of a choice
And I can hear a longing in your voice
I'm a sorry mess, to see your face
I wanna hold you close, but I push you away
I wanna feel your skin upon my skin
But I'm not feeling great, about letting you in
verse 3
Close your eyes, it's just about time to speak
Our dreams only come true in better dreams
I drink neat in the middle of drunken screams
Oh, praying to God that one day I'll be clean
Oh, look at the clock, I wish it was a time machine
'Cause I could have been anything but I got
caught up in your grand schemes
I'm a sorry mess *to see your face *
I wanna hold you close, but I push you away
I wanna feel your skin upon my skin
But I'm not feeling great, about letting you in
Outro
Born at zero, and dead at 23
Ain't it fucking cold, and the dirt come free