I said I'd stay on the phone
Since you're struggling these days
Woke up early that morning
To find you in a bad place
Running low on your mood
And your Diazepam pills
Down to one inch of vodka
Now you're feeling the chills
Try to keep your feet straight
But your brain isn't there
Took a tumble head first
Now you're tasting the air
Break your fall in a bush
That is jagged with thorns
And how they cut you up
From head to toe
From head to toe
From head to toe
A stranger finds you laid out
On the side of the road
Dripping blood from both your arms
He couldn't leave you there alone
He gets you into his car
You press your face against the glass
Oh, what a beautiful place
The tall trees and the summer grass
Merge into one
It's a perfect green blur
Drops you off at the clinic
As you start to defer
Wash your hands of the crime
Do it over again
A bullshit resurrection
It's crooked in the end
It leaves you crooked in the end
It leaves you crooked in the end
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