Texty: Park. Dear Sweet Impaler.

The thin part is feeling so separate
This bedroom, a voice and a mattress
It says, 'Don't sleep, don't think, just drink'
You'll find yourself faster when passed out cold
(Where are you tonight?)

This is the last time I'll fear your face
Alone with my brothers, they won't hear me say
Where are you tonight?
Wrapped up in some bedroom screaming for dear sweet you

The worst part is being so desperate
This basement, a noose and a casket
I want to feel that warmth again
Assurance of you, asleep in my hands
(Where are you tonight?)

This is the last time I'll fear your face
Alone with my brothers, they won't hear me say
Where are you tonight?
Wrapped up in some bedroom screaming for dear sweet you

So why not, end it all in one shot?
This rope, tied in a perfect knot
So why not, end it all in one shot?
This rope, tied in a perfect knot

It's better than anything I've ever had
It won't lose it's grip or stop kissing my neck

Desperation sets in, holding me close much like you did
And every line has a face, a voice, it's assigned
My dear sweet impaler, it's all you this time
It's there to remind me how much I hate this life

I remember you laughing and leaving
Slamming the door to the sound of my screaming
Don't leave just yet, I didn't mean any of what I just said

I swear by my wrists that we're better than this
You're much more to me than words in a notebook
You sigh and say, "I'm through"
Well, goddamn you for breathing, I love you, I love you

Dive deep, into this drink, hoping to sink, or fall asleep
Dive deep, into this drink, hoping to sink, or fall asleep