Little Hand Says It's Time to Rock'n'roll

It's okay
You're doing your best
And you're gonna get there
I promise you're not gonna fall
You're laying down and I'm right here
You're gonna be

Fine, I believe you
It's just funny how it always ends up like this
Don't you think you could've done better without me?
I hate holding you back
When your holding my back
On the second floor
In your one-bedroom apartment
The sheets are damp and I'm sweating
I hear your voice, it's soothing
But I still feel it coming

My limbs are slowly going numb
I'm losing balance, laying down
Your hands caress my bony body
Built by Tylenol and coffee

I turned the gas on in this house
And I swear it's gonna blow
Before it all gets sorted out
I'll get happy
Now isn't that what you want to hear?
And I'll try to make it happen
If I'm still around next year

You were wrong
I'm out of fight
Throw everything I love into the fire
I'm not a better man, I can't hang around
Breathe in the smoke and let it fill your lungs

Throw everything I love into the fire
I was a better man, I had it all worked out
Breathed in the smoke and let it fill my lungs
Maybe I'm not the man you think I thought I was
I swear I'm not a liar, I'm a realist
I've drained the empty cups but I can't swallow this
It's not getting better, isn't getting worse
I tried getting better, but it's gotten worse
It was a low burn once, but I'm kerosene
I'd sleep for good if I could stand my dreams
I'd sleep for good if I could stand my dreams
I'd sleep for good

I turned the gas on in this house
And I swear it's gonna blow
Before it all gets sorted out
I'll get happy
Now isn't that what you want to hear?
And I'll try to make it happen
If I'm still around next year