'Ve created a monster, it feeds on my guilt.
I'm lying with vultures, they're watching me wilt.
Patiently waiting for me to decay, I've got half of my breath left, I'm one stitch away.
And there's no decorum, they won't be polite, they'll just rip up my bones til there's no flesh in sight.
But I'll be fine.
It's a long road to the top. When your friends play the anchor you call, they don't answer.
Don't ask me to watch while you're killing yourself (whoa yeah).
Heartbreaks, mistakes. Trust me I'm a mess, but I beat myself best.
It's a long road to the top when you're on your own.
When the feast is all over, the crowd disappears.
I'm left with an uneasy sense that I'm soon to face all my fears.
This is the only way I have to show you the things I'm too terrified for anyone to know.
Honestly, it's just to be alone.
But I'll be fine.
It's a long road to the top. When your friends play the anchor you call, they don't answer.
Don't ask me to watch while you're killing yourself (whoa yeah).
Heartbreaks, mistakes. Trust me I'm a mess, but I beat myself best.
It's a long road to the top when you're on your own.
I wish there was an easy way to live my life.
I'm sick of always acting like I'm doing fine.
This is me twenty-three, count the ways so easily that I'm out of time.
Whoa, I'm taking all the chances that a boy should take.
I'm past the point of caring about the bones I break.
This is me, twenty-three, king of my destiny. I will be fine.
It's a long road to the top.
When your friends play the anchor you call, they don't answer.
Don't ask me to watch while you're killing yourself (whoa yeah).
Heartbreaks, mistakes. Trust me I'm a mess, but I beat myself best.
It's a long road to the top when you're on your own.
The perfect way to meet my end. Free for all, with all my friends. Dig your teeth into my skin.