I would sell my mortal soul to live with you in sticks and stones
To sleep on piles of broken bones
To be the one to call you home

I would stay up every night to fight off all your Demons  
Cause I know you have trouble sleeping
And I’d rather be up weeping
Than have you feeling weak

And

I would learn every song you liked
Sing them to you every night
Play them on guitar until my fingers were red and raw.

I would crash my car into a bridge
If you didn’t like the sight of it
If you wanted me inside of it
I’d strap myself in

And as the bridge collapses
I’d be content in passing
My last breath of oxygen
Onto you.