I can’t get it out of my head that I'm dying.
You let me stay in your bed, we kept our clothes on like last time.
And your room’s a mess, it perfectly reflects the state we’re in.
Right now all I know is I'm just skin and bones and I’m disappearing.
When I try to hold the things that I don’t own it gets disappointing.
You have no room for me to this degree,
still I could k** myself and die happy.
I made the choice between love and being free.
You heard me laugh in my sleep.