Floorboards Oceans Ate Alaska

Asking so many questions
Finding so little answers
My friends told me to give up the ghost
And move on
But I don't like to take my chances
To take my chances

Pick me up off the floorboards
I'm not dead and buried yet
They always seem to creak
When I needed someone to speak to
They've been the only thing I've talked to in weeks
Where were you
Where were you?

Stitch me up and make me new
I need someone to pull me through
Endless nights with open wounds
I've been to hell and back because of you

Why tell me I need to change?
When you woke up in someone else's bed
Without even knowing their name
I may have crossed the line
This Time!
But I sure as hell hope you have a rope for this climb
From here on out it's all a downward slope
And I'm not falling for anyone or anything
Other than the noose you tied around my neck