You might as well pack up all your stuff and move into my head I wish I could dispose of all these thoughts and just be numb instead I wish you would stop running from your problems and run to me instead Black and blue, Eyes blood shot red while she’s past out in her bed This song is for William This song is for William Maybe I can make you change your decision by using all the ink in this pen Maybe I can make you change your decision by using all the ink in this pen Maybe I can change you