In the corners of your room, at the bottom of the stairs,
I hope you find some comfort there
Underneath the cheap perfume, you know the Fentanyl's not fair
I hope you find some solace there

Take me prisoner, take me prisoner, take me down
Take me prisoner, take me prisoner, take me down, to

(Lost at what to do, the things you put me through,
but fields and roads just lead me back to you)

Fields of echinacea, I can't believe we made it, to fields of echinacea