The Next Day
Christian Crow Petty, Jonathon Lopez
I’ll tell you ‘bout the things I know
Only from the things you’ve said
Seen you come into one's own
Live in skin die in bone
Didn’t wanna go alone
But what really do I know
I know about the things you said
Wash my hands try again
All we want we don’t get
All that time that we spent
In my head made a mess
Always next never best
Didn't wanna go alone
But what really do I know
I know about the things we said
Still see blood on my hands
Almost there hold your breath
Pass out just to forget
Heal that pain in your chest