Here You Are Video (MV)

There's an oil field on fire. I'm freezing in my bed down in Austin. I try to power up my phone, like I'm conjuring a ghost to get your voice back in my head. I want to know what you'd make of it. You left two years before it stopped making sense. Told me to hold on, and that my time was coming. But we wrapped you in plastic. Go out like a spark. Put your trauma on me. Lie down in the dark. Tell me it won't hurt when it comes. There's a kid with a trust fund asking me why I'm not famous. I wonder if I take his f*cking skin if I can stay in my apartment. But I never got this carried away with anything. Feels like I'm dying all the time.