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Prove to me IÂ’m not gonna die alone.
Put your arm around my collarbone,
And open the door.

DonÂ’t lie to me if youÂ’re putting the dog to sleep,
That pet you just couldnÂ’t keep,
And couldnÂ’t afford.

Well prove to me IÂ’m not gonna die alone.
Unstitch that shit IÂ’ve sewn,
To close up the hole that tore through my skin.

Well my trust in you is a dog with a broken leg,
Tendons too torn to beg for you to let me back in.

You said, “I can’t prove to you you’re not gonna die alone,
But trust me to take you home,
To clean up that blood all over your paws.

You canÂ’t keep running out,
Kicking yourself off the bed,
Kicking yourself in the head,
Because you’re kicking me too.”

Put your trust in me,
IÂ’m not gonna die alone.
Put your trust in me,
IÂ’m not gonna die aloneÂ… I donÂ’t think so...