Your dads on the phone with the Hospital where your mom is getting sober Wipe your nose on my sleeve The crusty parts scraping on my wrist sang me to sleep You want help but you know Your shitty double kickflips won't save you at all Mouth stained with orange soda We climbed radio towers before she went in a coma Gnawed flesh from the peel Wasn't addicted to him just the way he made me feel We're chasing the highs And hiding from the lows You're the only thing I know And is it harder to breathe with all the tubes shoved into your throat (I don't know) I know you need a or b but do you want some of my type o (I hope so) I wanna skate with you one more time (Before I wake up) Flashbacks to gap teeth on your bike