you're not going to there at 3 in the afternoon and nobody's home to stop me
you're not going to be there when my heart is heavy and aching in my chest
you not going to be there when I put the third cigarette between my lips
just because I know how much you hate the taste of it
you won't be there when I take one step closer to the edge
you won't be there when the golden red strings that held me together start breaking in millions of tiny pieces that will forever fly across the universe and finally set my soul free