I wanna disappearnI just sleep all daynThese spots on my handsnMy skin just like sandnAnd the air so coldnI shudder and I can't singnnThe carpet on my feetnThe sweat stains on the sheetsnCough syrup and drugsnBandages and gauzenThe razor's dullnThe water, cold against my skinnThe radio lullnThe static buzzing around like tinnnAnd all these empty plansnThe ink stains on my handsnAnd everyone savesnThe best words for the gravenOh, these weary morning tonesnI'll probably save mine toonIf heaven's just the long ride homenTell me it's truenI'll go toonI'll go toonI'll go too