3 Weeks In

Hey you, what you doing awake?
Don't you know all the bedtime stories?
It's about a boy like me, lonesome and dim
Who lost it all by losing someone like you.

But since he can't touch your face
He soaks the bottle and melts yellow pills
And the horror prevails.
Death creeps up to say hear words lonesome and dim
Because that's all my life without you my gem.

(Hey, Hey)
You're all I need.

Running down again.
With your eyes, on my eyes
on my eyes.

(Hey, Hey)
You're all falling away.
(oooooh)

You're all I need
You're all I bleed.