If I could talk to
The ten year old version of me
I don't know what I'd tell him
Who was going to die in his life
And how he'd deal with it
Would he want to know me
I'm a mess, an addict, a man who doesn't know his meaning
Thrown around like a hurricane's winds does with cattle
Houses, I'd build castles to have a sense of
Where I'm going
Mind exploding
Stare into his eyes and say
Life's not what it's cracked up to be
You'll use drugs, as a form of dependence
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
Never meant to hurt what I was
Take his hand, walk him down
To where I sat, when I thought of ending it all
Say you'll sit here 5 years from now
Please don't jump
Maybe you should I don't want to die
But I sing about it all the time
Think about it day and night
Short supply of sanity
Hold his hand and say come with me
Together, cold embrace of the river
Tangling all around our feet
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
To disappoint you, I'm sorry