Richard Hell Follow

don't take it so
ha-a-a-ard
I'm sorry I was bringing you down
I didn't mean it when I said
that I wish you were dead

And hey sweetheart,
is that your new ca-a-a-ar?
Why don't you drive it off of a cliff?
Because I can't stand your life
since I am no longer in it

And the pain is real,
but so are the pills
"I can talk to my therapist,
pretend you don't exist"

The further you go,
the colder my bones begin to grow
They're cracking and creaking,
creating a big scene
in the vessel
of my body

And hey sweetheart,
how far is too fa-a-a-ar?
Because now I've got
some blood on my hands
It may have been a mistake,
but I am only a man

And the pain is real,
but so are the pills
"I can talk to my therapist,
pretend you don't exist"

The further you go,
the colder my bones begin to grow
They're cracking and creaking,
creating a big scene
in the vessel
of my body

The further you go,
the colder my bones begin to grow
They're cracking and creaking,
creating a big scene
in the vessel
of my body