Headaches left over from way back when
You didn't feel so confident
No bills just thrills they never last
Free to choose but never chose the right path

As for me boxed in same skin same guy
Same try yet never tried the right path
One flight of stairs from being down to earth
Two steps from a relapse

If you could see everything
Then you might be less hesitant to leave
And I could be six feet underground this time next Saturday
Don't hold your breath
No response could fix what had to break
Should've never been drowning in the first place
I don't keep kleenex on hand
So when you come over please don't get sad

Over me and the air that I breathe
Just wanna live life in simplicity
Didn't notice that brand new dye job
Only half a shade darker than it just was

If you could see everything
Then you might be less hesitant to leave
And I could be six feet underground this time next Saturday
Don't hold your breath