| Tell my parents that I made it |
| That all their hopes for me weren’t wasted |
| Tell my friends that I’m ok now |
| Felt better to burn up than to fade out |
| I get caught up empty dreaming |
| Spilling blood in old arenas |
| And the more I thrash the more I sink |
| I’ve stopped holding out for anything |
| Maybe all you can hope for is a kind face when you die |
| And someone to leave the light on when you’re coming home at night |
| I don’t know if that’s love but I’m liking it alright |
| And I’d kind of like to be yours if you’d like to let me try |
| Maybe this is how this thing ends |
| When you’re too sick of it to pretend |
| There’s more to life than chasing these highs |
| Strung on illusions in your mind |
| Maybe there’s no use in changing |
| You turn around but head the same way |
| And the more you search the less you find |
| I got my doubts and that’s alright |
| Maybe all you can hope for is a kind face when you die |
| And someone to leave the light on when you’re coming home at night |
| I don’t know if that’s love but I’m liking it alright |
| And I’d kind of like to be yours if you’d like to let me try |