He said I'm sick I'm so tired Of this shit Every night I'm fighting for my life
A Killian's A fresh smoke I saw the graveyards in his throat He said all my dreams burn and fall like paper planes
Don't quit Don't go I've got your back Frankie I think you know We all fill our hearts with hopeful bombs
This one's for you Frankie... And your big broken heart Your big broken Wherever you are Wherever you are Now!
Thin arms Tattoos He said "I lost the plot What could I do?" The light just seem to fall just right on his eyes
Then he said My heart's broke I knew he meant it then The way he spoke The next day he sold me his rig for 60 bucks He looked so gone and hollow but he still wished me luck
This one's for you Frankie... And your big broken heart Your big broken Wherever you are Wherever you are Now!