I couldn't break myself
I was all caught up
Wrote a number on my hand
But it all washed off
I swear you could hardly breathe
When I found you there
Said it wasn't enough
That i never cared

You watched me kill myself
I know that fucked up things
But what else can I do?
Now I no longer dream
You threw up all those pills
Sat outside some old church
Baby I know it kills
But it hurts me worse

No talking, don't really feel like talking
Cause there's nothing inside of me worth sharing really anymore
I got a problem, I think I got a problem
My head's broken, and there's no way I can twist it back on

I wrote your number on my hand
But it all washed off
It all washed off
It all washed off
It all washed off

You watched me kill myself
I know that fucked up things
But what else can i do?
Now I no longer dream
You threw up all those pills
Sat outside some old church
Baby it know it kills
But it hurts me worse