I carried your weight it's buried me under. It's too fucking late for us to recover. If a shark doesn't swim it's dead in the water. I fought with your ghost. I drank with the devil. This craziness runs on a whole other level. God damn it to hell sink your hooks in I'm over. Everything is falling apart. We went down with the ship, I lost you in the dark. I sharpened the blade, the bathtub was empty in this cheap rented room in the bowels of the city. Through paper thin walls I could hear voices laughing. The flickering lights of the neon from outside, the stale smell of smoke in the air made it so right. The steel kissed my wrists I had a drink and closed my eyes. Everything is falling apart. We went down with the ship, I lost you in the dark. Sinking was the easiest part. Weightless and alone like I was from the start.
At first I was a bit hesitant, thinking "This sounds like Paul Westerberg fronting Leatherface." and then I thought: "Paul Westerberg fronting Leatherface would be AWESOME." System_Error