It's hard to feel suicidal when I've got you.
But I'm still ******* myself
And I still feel
Blue

You say you want to build an altar to my body
and a shrine to my mind
but it's hard to register
when I want to die

And it's not your fault
Nothing to do with you
I'm just a little messed up
But I'm on you like glue

Babe,
I wish that nothing could hurt you
and that it could all be smiles
but my death is imminent
I'm only here for a while.