In my head lies a spider's web Every thought I've ever had Sits tangled and dead Just to get devoured by the ghost that you left Crawling through my mind so I'll never get rest I remember when I used to be reliable Now I scream till my throat bleeds And I can't breathe Everything I know Has left me hanging from the bottom of a fucking rope Help. Sick of missing you Sick of losing hope If I can't convince you we were worth saving Or sort through all these things I'm feeling Maybe we're better off Hanging from the ceiling. This is my complete lack of composure My only fucking source of closure.