And oh, I'm still bleeding through my shirt Can I go I've found contentment in white double ceilings Since I've been undone And oh, hang me like roses You can have something pretty When I'm dried out and dead Maybe I should've pushed you harder Maybe this is my fault No matter how long I lie here under water Something feels wrong And oh, hang me like roses You can have something pretty When I'm dried out and dead Counting my footsteps And being so clear I just felt nothing I swear Counting my footsteps And being so clear I just felt nothing I swear, I swear Oh, hang me like roses You can have something pretty When I'm dried out and dead And oh, hang me like roses You can have something pretty When I'm dried out and dead