I'll never be the comfort
You lost when you were nine or so
I can't fill those big of holes
But you knew that about me
I never want to wake up
Live in your fake memory
I want to wake up in your bed
f**ing scared
Pushing through the bullsh**
And working up the nerve to speak
I'll never fix your car
Or find you another dead end job
So lets lay on this carpeted floor
And draw with crayons