As the jazz plays on that Sunday night
You pop a pill in your house and I
Don't care if they say we were born grey
In the hills we make our own graves
I'm sorry but I... I feel alive
Guide me through the seas
Where I'm drowning
My soul beneath the sand
Is screaming for help
Hey brother, last night I shaved my head
Mom told me that I look stupid
Things at home are a mess since you are dead
Deep inside myself, I miss those days
When you stole my car
To see the girl you gave your love to
And as you said she stole your heart
You know I was jealous
Of the way that you could love
In fact I tried it twice
And I already feel like it's just too much
I miss you
And I'll get to you as soon as I
Find a way to sort my life
Cause suicide may hurt my pride
I need help
I need help
I need help, oh
I need help, oh
Now you're free, you can do whatever you please
I wish you a good afterlife but take care of mom and me
Your dead is no one's fault
Cancer is something no one could stop
You were a saint, now you're an angel
Guide my soul through the dark cold