You said "for better or worse" This is my worst, but I'm getting better You just need to give me a chance A chance to get better, one day... 'Cause the "what never was" And the "what could've been" Seems to mean so much more to me Than anything else these days My heart beats too fast This life will kill me Your heart beats too fast This life will kill us Unravel the rope my dear So we can learn from its duty Let it take my guilt away So I can carry your pain Too weak is my blood To handle all that whiskey Too weak are my veins To carry so much smack and wine Too weak are my hands To knot a tight rope Too weak am I To carry on As the value of old wounds, you don't know the pain of The pain that I know, but you never testified Brought me to think suicide with pills isn't all too radical But isn't suicide itself already radical enough? Did you know my dear The chance is high We've already been To the place of our death That's why I'll die a sunny day But will get buried at night We'll die a sunny day But get buried at night I'll load up guns I'll load up guns In my dreams you are mine all the time The hands that used to hold me I always wanted to see your name in lights Just in the case we'll never meet again But in my dreams, you were mine all the time And as they see us, they'll confess: They died doing something they wanted to In a place they chose to be And my love is not weather So it will never change Now let us leave my dear I'll rehash the smack Our fears are excruciating But therein lies the answer At least believe in something Even if it means sacrificing everything