(Shhmody) ♪ Tryna touch the pain with the liquor I'll prolly be dead before the winter I know you're upset we don't even talk But I can't fuckin' help all these thoughts I'm sorry my flame, I can not stay here I'm crying as I pray to bring the end near I don't wanna wait, please kill the feeling I will run away, please kill the feeling I'll try my best to stay until December And I hope that it changes like the weather I'll try my best to stay until December So let me numb my pain with all the liquor Yeah Stone-cold ice blood flowed in the river Thinkin' someone gonna take my fuckin' life in the winter Throat starts to burn from this motherfuckin' liquor I can feel it hittin' at my fuckin' liver Thinking that this someone's really gonna be me Thoughts in my brain, "Shoulda OD'd" Words from a friend, "Where you gon' be?" Give me 'til December, then we really gon' see