I don't want to see you in my bed
Contemplating if you're better off dead
I don't want to breathe your breath
Time is a construct, baby, all that's real is death
I don't wanna see your face again
Go ahead and think about our sins
You can hide or run away
Searching for a place where you can stay
Someone is waiting to haunt you
He held you in his arms
I can't believe
What they've done to me
You're alright