Baby

Artist: Nightmares For A Week
Track: “Baby”
Album: Don’t Die

One last time,
I write it down with a pen and paper now.
Swimmin’ in your own blood,
from a self-inflicted gunshot wound.
All the while
these scary thoughts used to shake my brittle bones.
All that’s left of you.
These old pages align like tombstones.

Off the wagon,
Dive head first into the grave.
I’m sure you’ll find God someday.
A born again,
same old baby you’ve always been.
And you can’t wait to lie here.

Cold days in hell,
is your favorite weather,
as far as we can tell.
don’t call it a comeback,
don’t call it an anniversary.
swimmin’ in your own blood.
This is my favorite injury,
from a self-inflicted puncture wound.

off the wagon, dive head first into the grave.
i’m sure you’ll find God someday.
A born again,
same damn baby you’ve always been.
It’s been a while now get ready to die.
it’s been a while now get ready to die.

Now that you can see the bitter half of me,
I watch you grow up.
I watch you die out
it’s like your life’s stuck on repeat.

I heard you clappin loud for me.
you’re such a bad act.
is that all you have?
you’re such a bad act.
is that all you have?
is that all you have?

Off the wagon,
Dive head first into the grave.
I’m sure you’ll find God someday.
A born again,
Same old baby you’ve always been.
Same old baby you’ve always been.
Same old baby you’ve always been.
And you can’t wait to lie here.