Giving up on me, you get that from your mother Sadder melodies we've yet to discover Summer is the lie, summer is the k**er I hope you'll be alright, I hope that you get better Peel back my beliefs, to reveal my fears Medicate this moment, wishing that you were here A murder of crows, picking at a carca** When a want becomes a need, you can't stop once you started Sad but not surprised, another time with feeling Laying on the bed staring at the ceiling Sticking with you, maybe too long Hating your lyrics, but loving your song