Staring down into an empty bag
All of my problems start feel like they fade
Highest of highs I wish that you would remain
Never enough to cover the pain
I've been so weak many times in my life
Starting to feel like it was made by design
Take a deep look in these blood-shattered eyes
You'll see every time that this soul has died
Talking tongues to no one, on my bed of nails
A broken being, plagued with self-betrayal
Never again, I'll watch myself descend
80 dollar devil, my oldest friend
Staring down into an empty bag
All of my problems start to feel like they fade
Highest of highs, I wish that you would remain
But it's never enough to hide all the pain
Talking tongues to no one, on my bed of nails
A broken being, plagued with self-betrayal
Never again, I'll watch myself descend
80 dollar devil, my oldest friend
Killing time as I wither away
I'll get help tomorrow if I live through today
Live through today