SUICIDAL THOUGHTS (NO ONE'S HOME)

[Intro: Chrissy Costanza]

Oh, it's quiet in the evening

Dust on the ceiling

Knock on the door but no one's home

[Verse 1: Ryan Oakes]

Feel myself slipping and I hop in the whip

Thinking a night drive will settle me and I'll get a grip

I put my foot down on the gas and now I'm starting to drift

And I can feel my heart beating deep inside of my ribs

Going over all scenarios and all the what-if's

I think that it's about time I try to give 'em they wish

I'm thinking 'bout a way to end it so it's painless and quick

And go from someone they know into somebody they'll miss

I could hit a brick wall like all the ones that I built

Around myself or maybe swallow down a bottle of pills

But maybe not 'cause I can't еven learn to swallow the guilt

Or tеll my therapist the way I fucking actually feel

Homie, shit's getting real, 'cause I'm sick of the pain

Got the drive inside of me from never catching a break

It's an infection I can feel it spreading out in my veins

And the only to beat it is accepting my fate

[Chorus: Chrissy Constanza]

Oh, it's quiet in the evening

Dust on the ceiling

I wrote a note to all I've known

Was never the right time

I said my goodbyes

Knock on the door but no one's home

[Verse 2: Ryan Oakes]

I'm exhausted from circling inside of my head

I'm feeling nauseous struggling with catching my breath

100-pound weight buried deep inside of my chest

I'm going round eight, waking up and covered in sweat

With nothing left to give and nothing left to lose

I'm thinking this is it, it's time to make my move

I rip out every stitch, open up all my wounds

To feed the emptiness, I got a date with fumes

I'm filling my garage with carbon monoxide

While I'm on the phone with the suicide hotline

Telling 'em my life sucks, I'm ready to swap sides

And when I'm gone time will keep on moving clockwise

Nah

I'ma end this with the way it started

The Hollywood way, they can milk and market

A knife from my back to my wrist and carve it

And finally give myself a red carpet

Damn

[Chorus: Chrissy Constanza]

Oh, it's quiet in the evening

Dust on the ceiling

I wrote a note to all I've known

Was never the right time

I said my goodbyes

Knock on the door but no one's home

[Verse 3: Ryan Oakes]

Tap on the window, I thought that the reaper was tucking me into my bed

It was a cop and the way that he found me, he thought he was pulling out somebody dead

Calling me lucky and telling me somebody's coming to put me together again

Suddenly something was changing, I'm feeling like I can see life through a different lens

Now it's all hitting me, what was I thinking? Thought I didn't wanna survive

Hard to believe a coincidence didn't just happen and all of this wasn't a sign

But in that time is when I noticed that I felt alive

I had to cheat death to realize I didn't wanna die