I'm a good kid from a good home
so I've no good excuse for the things that I've done.
Dreamed something evil up in the top bunk.
I was slimy and used up as yesterday's junk.
I wanted to tell you
but I was scared
that you'd forget you died for me.
Didn't know why
you let the devil
find a place inside of me.
There's no place to hide for me.
In headphones october bleeded by,
oh, and I believed a lie.
Saw your fingers brush out the morning sky.
Why raise up the dust just to curse you and die?
I still don't know why
and I don't care,
just don't forget you died for me.
In your hands
or in your side
is there a place to hide for me?
Is there a place to hide for me?