Cradle to the Grave - Matt Skiba
I just dropped by to show you
What a mess I've made of me
I cut out all of my sick thoughts
With fine swiss cutlery
And I'm doing way better these days
Thoughts of dying only comes in short waves
Biding my time between the cradle and the grave
Hey
From the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave
I took my time to tell you
That something's changed in me
That hook up I had on the truth's
Now ancient history
I'm losing all sense of myself
Lost and alone with no help
I'll keep my heart within a jar up on the shelf
Hey
From the cradle to the grave
Throw the cradle to the grave
Thrown into the grave
Take this with me to the grave
Take this with me to the grave
Take this with me to the grave
Take this with me to the grave
From the cradle to the grave
