I’m on the road outside
Wearing my getaway clothes
I’m slithering through the darkness
I’m slithering through the woods
Walking on tiptoes

And that’s when you call

I’m on the path right next
To the supermarket we spent those days
Buying the funniest sounding energy drinks
To drink our sorrows away
Before we discovered the magic of the bottle
The magic of the bottle

And that’s when you call

But why can’t I live?
Why can’t I take the sunlight shown to me?

I’m staring at my phone
Checking the numbers I called drunk and desperate
With 141 and a silent tone
They all fear me now
Shunned by all my friends
I sit alone and ponder
While I change my state of mind
With the help of my white friends

And that’s when you call

To take me out this fucking slumber
And bring reality crashing back to me

I’m standing on the rooftop
There can be no room for regrets now

To hear your voice cut through the silence
I hope is enough for me
Because I’m two steps from ruin
From where this all began

And that’s when you call

But this could be my moment
This could be the end that I desire so bad