What should this truth be?
Should I lie to you?

What should this truth be?
Something edited for the romance of it all

The truth is that it can painful to be around you
The truth is it’s hard to cry for dead homies when their living was torture

I don’t have answers
I don’t got no good advice
Can’t write a song to keep you alive

Would love the only thing in your arms to be me, not heroin
If I could only convince you that life could be better than this
Wish people would stop complimenting you every time that you lose more weight
They tell you you’re so pretty but have no clue how your body got that way

Just fall onto my stomach
I’ll stop saying all these words
And just be there
For you to nod off on
And just be there
For you to nod off on

Remember in your teens when you found your father’s crack pipe?
The scent of chemicals lingers around you with your grandfather’s suicide
How dare you fall in love with anybody
When you can’t love your own life?!
How dare you fall in love with anybody at all

If I had answers
If I had some good advice
Not sure that would even keep you alive

Would love the only thing in your arms to be me, not heroin
If I could only convince you that life could be better than this
Wish people would stop complimenting you every time that you lose more weight
They tell you you’re so pretty but have no clue how your body got that way

So fall onto my stomach
I’ll stop saying all these words
And just be there
For you to nod off on
And just be there
For you to nod off on
And just be there
For you to nod off on