I’ve nothing left to give

Nowhere else to go

I’ve used up all my luck

On superstition and on hope

I’m standing at the edge

Staring at my soul

Losing too much faith

Just a hundred miles from home

This last box of bullets I’ll give to you

To keep you safe should you need them to

You’re all I ever wanted

All I ever need

If you cut me through the middles

It’s with you I bleed

And I miss you so

Waiting here

 

No more air inside my lungs

No more words to say

No more light inside my eyes

No breath left to prayer

 

Bridge

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Chorus