Take these lines for what they’re worth
Take this bottle, break this curse
Take my hand for just awhile
Before this crutch becomes my hearse
Becomes my hearse
Take this verse for what it is
At face value don’t pretend
That we don’t feel the way we do
And haven’t been through what we’ve been
Through what we’ve been

It’s taken all this time, for you to try to find
The things with which you try to fill your life
Now after all this time, you know you’re still the type
To watch me fall apart before your eyes

Take this verse for what it is
At face value don’t pretend
That we don’t feel the way we do
And haven’t been through what we’ve been
Through what we’ve been

Take these lines for what they’re worth
Take this bottle, break this curse
Take my hand for just awhile
Before this crutch becomes my hearse
Becomes my hearse

My heartbeat slows to a crawl
It feels like my veins are constricting: I can’t breathe at all
Everything I do makes me feel like a clone
Like my body’s automated and I’ve got no fucking soul
It’s this life thing; this strife thing; this nine-to-five thing
That shallows my breathing, but keeps me from dying
It hurts and it eats and it burns and destroys
‘Til all I want to hear is the sound of your voice
A voice that reminds me of a better time than this
It was true. It was me. It was you when we kissed
The promises we made when I gave you a ring
That have kept me fucked up since the age of nineteen
Every now and then I just pound on the walls
Of my skull ‘til I can’t feel a single thing at all
It drives me to drinking. It keeps me from eating
If you think I sleep at night then you’ve got to be dreaming

If you think I sleep at night
Yeah you’ve got to be dreaming

I’ve got nothing left
Except this love, for you
I’ve got nothing left
Except this hate, for what you do