I'm feeling copasetic. It's burning through my stomach. It's building up a bridge, another wall.
Medicine is highway, static all around me. Everything's a myth, I'm going off, it makes me sick.

And I know you're keeping score at home, but I don't think they'll try to avenge me. 
My head is spinning around and around, I can't win. I feel so sour inside, like before.
I know you're keeping score at home, but I don't think they'll try to avenge me. 

Wait for me when you reach the end. When you reach the end, when you reach me.

And I know this hits you twice as hard, but I don't think you're coming home empty.
If this is healing, then why won't the scar settle in? You hang my head up so high, like before.
And I know this hits you twice as hard, but I don't think you're coming home empty.

Wake me when you reach the end. I swear, I swear, I won't mix your life with mine. 
I'll leave you here.