I got no sleep last night again Worried that my ceiling might cave in And I used to get mad when my friends wouldn't text me back Now I get sad because some of them ain't never coming back I'd rather be buried underneath my trouble than Under ten feet worth of rubble I just want a broken heart that's not a gunshot through my chest And whenever I lay to rest, I don't want it to be my friends. I just want to draw the sun, and not my last breath Whenever the missiles ever miss me Kiss me, and tell me we’ll be alright