Hold her close Before she slips into a world that's Filled with ghosts She wrote a letter professing her love Or was it hate, I don't remember You won't know until you make it there So unlock the door and move the wooden chair I can't promise it won't be hell But it's better than how you're living now So lift your head Make it seem like everything's okay Through this mess Friends will leave without a warning Just pack your things Don't grasp for the air You won't know until you make it there So unlock the door and move the wooden chair I can't promise it won't be hell But it's better than how you're living now