You can't pick me up, 'cause I'll make you drown. And I'll get arrested, but I won't expect it, 'cause I'm not getting better, so I might as well get myself tested.
I'm fucking through this emptiness, take a look at my mess. Despair is my best friend. I'm done wanting you like this.
Things are just how they're supposed to be; there's something wrong with me. Sometimes your best is simply not good enough.
You can't pick me up 'cause I'll make you drown. You can bet that I'm getting good at making hate. I'll force the face, my saving grace.
I'm fucking through this emptiness, take a look at my mess. Despair is my best friend. I've come face to face, and I can't withstand that I can't make it through by holding my heart in my hand.