Tomorrow night I'm going to come to your house and stab away all the hate
Before I come I will call you
To make sure you are home
Please pick up
With these thoughts of thinking of you
I've decided a car ride in the ocean
Will take away the memories you cry over
While listening to songs sung by people With your problems
You've stared at the moon through the trees in your yard for too long
You've written sad songs about lost love and car crashes for too long
When I noticed you hand was so dry
When I held it last
I realized you just don't care anymore
Nothing can explain why the ground below you is wet
But I'm coming to your house tonight to stab away the hate and pain before you hurt someone else again
Please pick up
