Headaches left over from way back when You didn't feel so confident No bills just thrills they never last Free to choose but never chose the right path As for me boxed in same skin same guy Same try yet never tried the right path One flight of stairs from being down to earth Two steps from a relapse If you could see everything Then you might be less hesitant to leave And I could be six feet underground this time next Saturday Don't hold your breath No response could fix what had to break Should've never been drowning in the first place I don't keep kleenex on hand So when you come over please don't get sad Over me and the air that I breathe Just wanna live life in simplicity Didn't notice that brand new dye job Only half a shade darker than it just was If you could see everything Then you might be less hesitant to leave And I could be six feet underground this time next Saturday Don't hold your breath