You said "for better or worse"
This is my worst, but I'm getting better
You just need to give me a chance
A chance to get better, one day

Cause the "what never was"
And the "what could've been"
Seems to mean so much more to me
Than anything else these days

My heart beats too fast
This life will kill me
Your heart beats too fast
This life will kill us

Unravel the rope, my dear
So we can learn from its duty
Let it take my guilt away
So I can carry your pain

Too weak is my blood
To handle all that whiskey
Too weak are my veins
To carry so much smack and wine
Too weak are my hands
To knot a tight rope
Too weak am I
To carry on
As the value of old wounds you don't know the pain of
The pain that I know but you never testified
Brought me to think suicide with pills isn't all too radical
But isn't suicide itself already radical enough?

Did you know, my dear, the chance is high
We've already been to the place of our death
That's why I'll die a sunny day, but will get buried at night
We'll die a sunny day but get buried at night
I'll load up guns

In my dreams you are min all the time
The hands that used to hold me
I always wanted to see your name in lights
Just in the case we'll never meet again
But in my dreams, you were min all the time
And as they see us they'll confess
"They died doing something they wanted to
In a place they chose to be"

And my love is not weather
So it will never change
Now let us leave, my dear
I'll rehash the smack
Our fears are excruciating
But therein lies the answer
At least believe in something
Even if it means sacrificing everything