[Verse 1]
It's kind of messed up
The only time I write
Is when I'm stressed or sad
And turn out the lights
I'm afraid I messed up
And I'm not worth my blisters
Because birthdays and Christmas
Are not, not on my wish list at all

[Pre-Chorus]
I like happy songs
With titles that don't match at all
So spin the bottle in your brain
And match your weakness with a name

[Chorus]
You're so cold
I've got to know
What made you so
Scared to be alone?
I've got to know
Who chilled your bones
That wasn't me

[Verse 2]
When I feel brave
And gather my words
My speech I gripped
Starts to slip and slur
I don't want this black cloud anymore
I don't want this dead doubt anymore
Weighing me down
Stressing me out