Sometimes my head floats five feet above the pavement,
My body nowhere to be found,
While I barely hold on to whats left.

And when I feel low, hope seems fleeting and weak,
Numb, so numb, but not numb enough,
In all the worst ways, its too much,
Im barely breathing, its too much.

The midnight air is crisp and cold,
I walk until my legs get sore,
Just know I wont be coming home tonight.

[Rhodes solo]

The midnight air is crisp and cold,
I walk until my legs get sore,
Just know I wont be coming home tonight.

The mid-December winds can blow,
But I can barely feel at all,
This time I wont be coming home tonight.

Just know I wont be coming home tonight,
Just know I won't be coming home tonight,
Just know I won't be coming home...