You gotta help me out
I think I bumped my head
My veins are turning black
And my lungs are auburn red
But maybe it's just the nightmare
That you're long gone
Even though I said I'm sorry
And I wrote you a song

I'm so silly on the inside
Come take a look at this huge mess
I killed your heart and stabbed your soul
And all of this, I confess

So Mr. Detective,
Are you gonna lock me up?
I killed a girl, her and her dreams
Do you think I've done enough?
So are you gonna lock me up?