Part of your charm was the way you would push me from
all of the traps that I just couldn't see

Figures the one that was there to have tripped you up
would be the one that was set there by me

I cut off my arm at the bone in solidarity

Capital teaches that there's less when you share

And I felt the noose tighten up on your collarbone
And I felt the gun in the small of your back

Engraved in the stone by request and recurse of friends dead is,
"tell me again that it's all in my head"

"Is this coming of age?" As you climbed out the window,
your face was cold as stone.
You lifted the towel,
your wrist showed the bone.

Who taught you how to hate yourself? Who forced you to confide in spell?
Mistook 'pathetic' for empathy
Cast a stone at the foe, and the stone hit me

You said you're trapped in your body and getting deeper every day.
They diagnosed you born that way

And I found the notes you left behind. Little hints and helpless cries.
Desperate wishing to be over

I held your hand in ritual to show disarming
while you were a weapon inside yourself

Held my breath in the ER, I swayed as I stood
I tried to stay steady, protect you the best that I could
And you pretended to sleep the entire ride home
But I heard you crying when you felt alone.

Remember me for me, I need to set my spirit free