I need a proof

I don't feel my hands

I must've hold too tight

This goosebumps on my skin

I think they'll stay all night

I hate the smell of you

It's still on my clothes

Should I burn them down?

I probably won't

I need a proof

That you're gone

I need a proof

That you're gone

I can't close my eyes

What I will see could hurt

But for the first time

I feel alive since birth

Oh what have I done

I made a little mess

Should have I just run

I want to stay I guess

I need a proof

That you're gone

I need a proof

That you're gone

I hate the smell of you

The liquor in your breath

I must be happy now

Since you're dead...