Skag trapped in a demon sweat the night she left.
Wrapped up in a blanket and I’m feelin’ wet.
They said she flew from the goals in her life.
Then she wet like blood from a knife.
I’m here, and it’s all so clear now.
Wind flows and it’s blowing cold, and I’m still here.
Gripping onto what’s not around.
Now it’s all so clear to me now.
Now I know, some times I try a bit too hard.
And I can’t let go of you.