You kiss my scarsDown the center of my left wristNever knew how much I needed itI see stars, the good kindNot the kind that I sawWhen I was three feet underThe reaper got my numberYou’re my deep end, keep me breathingOur health, on with glueThe only thing keeping me out of the grave is youHere comes a crisisCross out my eyelidsBuried alive, it’s trueThe only thing keeping me out of the grave is youMy dreams are violentFeels like my mind spinsBarеly alive, it’s trueThe only thing keeping mе out of the grave is youEverybody else can go to hellI don’t care what they say
They can shut their f**king mouths, yeahOh, this ain’t no show and tellYeah, the s**t that I can’t helpThat I feel better when my lips on your mouthLet me keep them on your mouth ‘cuzYou’re my deep end, keep me breathingOur health, on with glueThe only thing keeping me out of the grave is youHere comes a crisisCross out my eyelidsBuried alive, it’s trueThe only thing keeping out of the grave is youOur dreams are violentFeels like my mind spinsBarely alive, it’s trueThe only thing keeping out of the grave is youAh, ah, ah-ha, ah, ah, ahThe only thing keeping out of the grave is youAh, ah, ah-ha, ah, ah, ahThe only thing keeping out of the grave is you