I'm coming back home
You can break my backbone
And pull out my ribcage
To show me my lungs
And how black i've let them become
From smoking these cigarettes
I tried to forget the feeling
Of the fear in my stomach
But it stands tall
It comes with every breath
And i hate the way
That i was ever born
Wish i never
Wish i never was
I'm still sleeping off these memories of you
Wiping down the walls of this fucking bedroom
Burnt down like the candlesticks from last year
I still honestly hate myself
I'm haunted by my own ghost
It's the color of your painted lips
Thats running down my fucking fingertips
And i'm scared of where i'll go when i die
When i die