This place is scary enough with the lights on, but sometimes I can almost breathe, with this fresh wind in my face and this fresh blood on my hands, I think I'd better leave, cuz I was right when I said that they'd call in for backup, I was right to drive through the opposite side of the town, so it ends right here, with this final shot, with this final breath, with this final cheer, in another day I'll just be late, they won't find anything in here, If I reach out, hold my hand, don't break my arm. Tell me dear girl can I save you, if not then I'm lost so I'll head back home. So it's over I'm told, but I can't accept that so I just might dig my eyes out tonight, and take what tomorrow may give. If I reach out, hold my hand, don't break my arm.