III. What to Wear When You're Forgotten

I've got the scars of a thousand migraines carved into the inside of my skull Pieces of a broken heart piercing into my lungs I can't sleep. Anxiety. Please don't let me die like this It’s late night at the mountain's gate We'll never get it back but I’m thinking Who’s going to cut me down when I die? I’ve been wondering why we live on when the best things have just left us behind The cross I carried high Is pushing down on my pride Maybe my mother was right, maybe I could try to live Like someone who knows that the world is a humbling place Take another drag. Rolling hills of grass I can taste it laced in your jacket sleeves Who’s going to lift me up when I die? I’ve been wondering why we live on when the worst things just come back every time The prayers I tossed up high Are falling around me tonight Maybe my father was right, maybe I could try to live Like someone who knows that the world is a beautiful place Like someone who knows that the world is a beautiful place