I’m so tired of pretending that everything’s okay. Maybe I could sleep through Christmas again this year and wake up on New Years Day. It’s all coming down now that everything’s okay. Sometimes I go to sleep in the snow with the hope that I’ll wake up warm and safe. Adelaide, I’m coming home and it’s been so long since I’ve said a prayer that I hope you can forgive what I’ve done. Adelaide, I’ve got a bullet in my head and my knees are weak. I’ve taken everything I love with a grain of salt and spread it all through my wounds. I’m so tired of waking up and thinking I’m okay. Maybe I could be better if I slept through another South Pacific dream. Safely coming down now and everything’s okay. I woke up in the snow again with nothing left to hold me in place. Adelaide, I’m coming home and it’s been so long since I’ve said a prayer that I hope you can forgive what I’ve done. Adelaide, I’ve got a picture in my head and my will is weak. I’ve taken everything she loved with an endless weight that’s moved my wounds to scar.