Aa, aa, aa, aa – Aa, aa, aa, aa – Aa, aa, aa, aa – I fucked up hard, OD’ed on love Two crimson pills, still it’s not enough My eyes wide open, the ceiling shakes Paramedics talking, I can’t stay awake Another night, another line, my hands are cold Doctor says I’m young, but I’m already old My heart won’t heal, it won’t trust, won’t feel My heart won’t heal, it won’t trust, won’t feel My heart won’t heal, it won’t trust, won’t feel Aa, aa, aa, aa – Chek, chek, chek, chek – Checked in cheap room, neon buzz outside Cold sweat sheets, silence yawns TV flickers, phone face down World keeps moving, I can’t make a sound Dreams on repeat, looping over despair Prescription bottles, with an empty stare My heart won’t heal, it won’t trust, won’t feel My heart won’t heal, it won’t trust, won’t feel There’s no cure, no holy prayer No surgeon’s hands can fix what’s there So I put my faith in the sound instead Bind these lines like a needle thread My heart won’t heal, it won’t trust, won’t feel My heart won’t heal, it won’t trust, won’t feel