| So is it courage or strength
|
| And is that what I’m waiting for?
|
| If I could just kill myself
|
| Would it also kill the remorse?
|
| I wanted so badly to catch a break
|
| But I’m only breaking down
|
| I’m still here and standing
|
| But if it’s up to me, I don’t think?
|
| I’ll be?. |
| hanging around
|
| The drink slips down my throat and the burn cures nice and slow all the worst
|
| parts I wouldn’t want you to see
|
| The only parts left of me now?
|
| Here I am, just a kid without a better plan
|
| But it’s the simple thoughts that haunt me the most
|
| …I never got to see the west coast
|
| Spend my nights just asking why
|
| Would God let me become like this
|
| Was it a joke from the start
|
| Was I s’posed to laugh more at it?
|
| And everyone’s quoting the teachers and preachers
|
| But their words make me feel so alone
|
| No one ever says that they’ve had those thoughts in the middle of the night
|
| No one ever admits that they wanted to take their life
|
| The drink slips down my throat
|
| And the burn cures nice and slow
|
| All the worst parts I wouldn’t want you to see
|
| The only parts left of me now
|
| Here I am just a kid without a better plan
|
| But it’s the simple thoughts that haunt me the most
|
| … I never got to see the west coast
|
| But it’s the life I dreamed I d have
|
| The love I would find in my grasp
|
| The words I could share with someone…
|
| Those thoughts keep the breath in my lungs
|
| The tomorrow my hope will become
|
| Fulfilled by a Love that can’t be undone…
|
| …And save a wretch like me
|
| So if the drink slips down your throat
|
| And the burn cures nice and slow
|
| All the worst parts you wouldn’t want me to see
|
| The same parts I have in me now?
|
| It scares me, too, we are both this way?
|
| I feel just like you do
|
| But when you’re by yourself you should know…
|
| …One day we gotta see the west coast |