Pretty Things

And oh, I'm still bleeding through my shirt
Can I go
I've found contentment in white double ceilings
Since I've been undone

And oh, hang me like roses
You can have something pretty
When I'm dried out and dead

Maybe I should've pushed you harder
Maybe this is my fault
No matter how long I lie here under water
Something feels wrong
And oh, hang me like roses
You can have something pretty
When I'm dried out and dead

Counting my footsteps
And being so clear
I just felt nothing
I swear
Counting my footsteps
And being so clear
I just felt nothing
I swear, I swear

Oh, hang me like roses
You can have something pretty
When I'm dried out and dead
And oh, hang me like roses
You can have something pretty
When I'm dried out and dead