To My Better Angel

I've lost all faith today in suicidal featherweights
With broken wrists and weaker fists
This is the last fight I'll give away
And there's something terrible locked in her attic, so I'm told
I can feel it on my face
I still feel you everywhere

And operator, I can't hold much longer
I can't hold much longer
I can't hold on

And operator, I can't hold much longer
I can't hold much longer
I can't hold on

There's a spot by a bathroom door
I dropped so fast, straight through the floor
When I lost my grip on everything
Eight feet underwater is where we dare
Our locked lips keep out the water and the liars, full of nothing but air

So if anybody talks of me, tell them I am never coming home again
Tell them I am gone

If anybody talks of me, tell them I am never coming home again
Tell them I am gone

And there's a place that I might fit in, but it reeks like where we've been
And perfect footprints from our feet, they are haunted just by me
To the lady of the hour, liquor love is all the rage
Your skin feels way too sour and I've lost my sense of taste

And operator, I can't hold much longer
I can't hold much longer
I can't hold on

And operator, I can't hold much longer
I can't hold much longer
I can't hold on

It's a hole that we all fall in, where we fight for oxygen
That's where I caught my grip and became king
Eight feet under covers, don't forget that I'm here
Warm secrets undercover with new friends and your holiday lovers

So if anybody talks of me, just tell them I am never coming home again
Tell them I am gone

If anybody talks of me, tell them I am never coming home again
Tell them I am gone

So if anybody talks of me, tell them I'll be gone forever
Without these scars that are completely invisible