Bury Me with bottles of tears So they don't wet your face Or anyone near And as I walk to the end of my grace You'll be right here with me In this god forsaken place Leave me with all of your sins So they don't burden you Stop keeping them in And as I fall from the sky it'll hurt me so Leave them with me And I'll take them home And all I've made Belongs in this weather old face And I hate myself For stealing this grace Stealing this grace Stealing this grace from you So Bury Me with bottles of tears So they don't wet your face Or anyone near And as I walk to the end of my grace You'll be right here with me In this god forsaken place