I know you're not asleep   I can feel you moving over there   You've been playing with the seam   In your worn out underwear   My lips are raw as hell   From biting on them just to stay awake   It's not like I'm gonna need them, you won't be around   To see them bleed and break      All that I do, comes back to you   So I'll just think about you   'Til there's nothing in my head   All I can do, is try not to screw this up again   And just be friends, I'd rather be dead      I drove out of east atlanta   With a headache the size of my car   I called to say I was okay anyway   'Cause I know how you are   I'm like a movie without an ending   You know I've got nowhere to go   And it makes me wanna throw up   To see you wanna give up   More than you'll ever know      All that I do, comes back to you   So I'll just think about you   'Til there's nothing in my head   All I can do, is try not to screw this up again   And just be friends, I'd rather be dead      Everything's supposed to have a happy ending   But the record keeps skipping and the needle keeps bending   Like the road I'm driving to the bridge that has no end   I wanna take back everything that I've broken   But the bridges behind me are burning and smokin'   I guess this is the end      All that I do, comes back to you   So I'll just think about you   'Til there's nothing in my head   All I can do, is try not to screw this up again   And just be friends, I'd rather be dead