Standing on a rooftop, I think that I might jump
And my backpack is full of alcohol
My mouth it tastes like soap
And your exams just started and I don't know where to be
And my brain is clouded with the goodbyes from my friends and family
[I heard she jumped off the dorm room, she couldn't take it anymore, it might have been too much pressure
From college or something. Yeah, I don't know but it's really fucked up]
Sitting in a library with all of my old friends
Every broken pencil stands for a relationship that ends
And I will never read through all these books
But I will write my own
And I will never read through all these books
But I will write my own
This is the end
Hold on
The ice is slowly melting
And I'll wake up in the morning to who exactly who you are
This is the end
Hold on
The ice is slowly melting
And I'll wake up in the morning to who exactly who you are
Standing on a rooftop, I think that I might jump
And my backpack is full of alcohol
My mouth it tastes like soap
