Cradle to the Grave - Matt Skiba

I just dropped by to show you what a mess I’ve made of me

I cut out all of my sick thoughts with fine swiss cutlery

And I’m doing way better these days

Thoughts of dying only comes in short waves

Biding my time between the cradle and the grave

Hey

From the cradle to the grave

From the cradle to the grave

I took my time to tell you that something’s changed in me

That hook up I had on the truth’s now ancient history

I’m losing all sense of myself, lost and alone with no help

I’ll keep my heart within a jar up on the shelf

Hey

From the cradle to the grave

Throw the cradle to the grave

Thrown into the grave

Take this with me to the grave

Take this with me to the grave

Take this with me to the grave

Take this with me to the grave

From the cradle to the grave