Shot down
This ain't the first
Time I've been through hell
Lose weeks
It's such a waste
When I'm stuck down bad
Still wanna be with you
Don't know if we'll last
I've tried more times
Than I can count
Not to bring up my past
Not drag you
Down to the bottom
I'll vent instead to the bottle
And wait
Cause this shit is hard to mask
Maybe I'll go to Alaska
Pocket full of stitches
Get my head clear
I never mean to be using you
To distract myself
But you do that too baby
Watch the world get up to
More bad news
Laugh it out
Maybe we're all just crazy
Going round in circles
But in the end I know
That we're good
Maybe I'll go to Alaska
Pocket full of stitches
Get my head clear
I'll find you when I'm better
Broken down to pieces
Find myself there"