In my brain
I can't decide
Who I want to live

In my brain
I can't decide
Who I want to die

Mother, father please
Don't let those thoughts hit you
Son and daughter breathe
Don't let those thoughts get to you

Standing in a hardware store
Nails on the wall
Could they be in necks
Oh isn't that so harmful

Mother, father please
Don't let those thoughts get to you
Son and daughter breathe
Don't let those thoughts get to you

Can we all just see
When the willing do fall through?
Can we just now see
When those thoughts they get to you?