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Hey sweetheart,
don't take it so hard;
I'm sorry I was bringing you down,
I didn't mean it when I said
that I wish you were dead.

And hey sweetheart,
is that your new car?
Why don't you drive it off of a cliff;
because I can't stand your life
since I am no longer in it.

And the pain is real,
but so are the pills.

I can talk to my therapist:
pretend you don't exist.

The further you go,
the colder my bones begin to grow:
they're cracking and creaking,
creating a big scene
in the vessel
of my body.

And hey sweetheart,
how far is too far?
Cos now I have some blood on my hands.
It may have been a mistake,
but I am only a man.

And the pain is real,
but so are the pills.

I can talk to my therapist:
pretend you don't exist.

The further you go,
the colder my bones begin to grow:
they're cracking and creaking,
creating a big scene
in the vessel
of my body.

The further you go,
the colder my bones begin to grow:
they're cracking and creaking,
creating a big scene
in the vessel
of my body.