So she wakes up
In time to break down
She left a note up on the dresser
And she's right on time
You don't know anything, right or wrong

I said I know-ow-ow-ow, and she said so-o-o-o
I want to panic but I've had it so I go-o-o-o
You don't owe anything to anyone
But don't take your life
Cause its all that you've got
You'd be better off just up and leaving
If you don't think they will stop

And when you wake up
Everything is gonna be fine
I guarantee you wake in a better place, and in a better time
So you're tired of living
You feel like you might give in, well don't
It's not your time

Flipping through the paper today
Looking for a specific page
Don't want to find her full name followed by dates
Cause when I left her alone she made a sound like a moan
"Your known by everyone for everything you've done"
Fuck buying flowers for grave,
I'd rather buy you a oneway non-stop to anywhere
Find anyone, do anything, forget and start again, love
She said she won't go, it hurts to much, to stand by
You've got to stop and draw a line
Everyone here has to choose a side, tonight,
The moment of truth is haunting you
Don't forget your family regardless of what you choose to do
You can't decide, and they're all screaming "why won't you?"
I'll start the engine, but I can't take this ride for you
I'll draw your bath and I'll load your gun
But I hope so bad that you'll bathe and hunt

Anni's tired of forgetting about today and always planning for tomorrow
(tomorrow) tomorrow Annie says
"The saddest I came across was when I learned that life goes on without me"
(without me) without me Annie says
"If everyone has someone else and I ain't got nobody's love to save me"
(to save me) to save me Annie says
"I think I'll pass away tonight cause it seems I'll never get it right if it's just me"
(just me) just me Annie says

And when you wake up
Everything is gonna be fine
I guarantee that you'll wake in a better place, in a better time
So you're tired of living
You feel like you might give in, well don't
It's not your time

Annie says she wouldn't mind if they never find a cure for all her problems
(her problems) her problems Annie says
As long as she has someone near to make it clear she does not need to solve them
(to solve them) to solve them Annie says
"Oh this loneliness is killing me, it's filling me with anger and resentment,"
(resentment) resentment Annie says,
"I'm turning into someone that I never thought I'd have to be again"

And when you wake up
Everything is gonna be fine
I guarantee that you'll wake in a betterplace, in a better time
So you're tired of living
You feel like you might give in, well don't
It's not your time

Annie's tired of forgetting about today and always planning for tomorrow
Tomorrow Annie says
"The saddest I came across was when I learned that life goes on without me
Without me Annie says
"If everyone has someone else and I ain't got nobody's love to save me
(to save me) to save me Annie says
I think I'll pass away tonight cause it seems I'll never get it right right if it's just me just me Annie says

And when you wake up
Everything is gonna be fine
I guarantee that you'll wake in a betterplace, in a better time
So you're tired of living
You feel like you might give in, well don't
It's not your time

And even if it was, oh, I wouldn't let you go
You could run run run run, but I will follow close
someday you will say "that's it, that's all"
But i'll be waiting there with open arms to break your fall
I know that you think that you are on your own
But just know that i am here and i'll lead you home
If you let me she said forget me but i can't

This house is full of ears,
but I can't talk to anyone.
They've heard this one a thousand times.
most exciting thing I do,
hang half way out a third floor window,

Maybe throw lit cigarettes down.
and maybe I'll catch fire. something warm to hold me,
something pure to burn away the darkness that hides inside my mind.
all that evil shit's not hard to find.
I guess I only claim to be nice.

This house is full of eyes,
but I can't look at anyone.
they've seen this face a thousand times.
most relaxing thing I do,
hang half way out a third floor window,

And look at rocks if I fall out.
and maybe I'll fall hard.
something tough to break me,
something sharp to rip into my insides and bleed out all that pain.

Sorry I don't even know your name.
I guess for me it's easy this way.
maybe I'll catch fire.
something warm to hold me,
something pure to burn away the darkness that hides inside my mind.

All that evil shit's not hard to find.
I guess I only claim to be nice.