Текст песни

On my way home today, I drove up
The same bridge I have a hundred times
And I fantasized about pulling over, walking to the barrier
And seeing my reflection in the ice

I would appear as small and insignificant as I felt
I thought about bringing myself up over the barrier
That divided the bridge from a fall in attempt to rescue
The other me trapped under the ice

In my fall I would feel so light, so warm
I would have no regrets, no fear, and above all things
I would be alone, floating along

(When you're alive, the possibility that it all might be finite)

I see the contrast and flaws in my own design
I close my eyes and make imagery in my head
The doors open and red floods the screen
And when I knock I know I'll be denied not once, but three times
When I drip, will you drink my blood?
Cuts never bandaged with much

Everything went black
I opened my eyes again to sirens
I found myself in the inside of my car
Soaked in my own blood and I smiled