Where do I begin? What do I say, what do I say?
Every time I give you something I wither away, wither away.
You can find me by the meadow picking my grave, picking my grave.
There's a nice spot by the willow, maybe I'll stay, maybe I'll stay.
I left the light on in my room.
I left my jacket on the hook above your shoes.
I left my ribcage on the bed
Next to a couple empty packs of cigarettes.