They say that they wish they could write like I do

I'm writin' **** to get high to

You come up they act like they like you

They really despise you, despite you,

Wishing that you could die too

Swimmin' through the ash of things

I don't think that I can let go

Let go

Said, "I'd call you back" a thousand times,

But I just stare at the phone

At the phone

Gone like the wind I go

I'm gone like that chance that you had before I said no

I'm gone like my mind when I stay awake

After takin' **** where I can't even read the name

So give me you

So give me you

So give me you

So give me you

So give me you

And give me a reason not to cry

Give me reasons not to try

You know I die inside,

Then say I'm fine and every time its the same type of lie

Type of lie yeah yeah

And I said bye yeah

And I said bye yeah yeah yeah