Your mind is trapped in a moment
You can struggle and squirm all you like
The weight of it is burying in your chest
You could try the cut it out
But your bones are made of stone

So forever frozen in this moment
But it's more than what you're clinging onto
It's the realization of never being happy
I am the suicidal thoughts 

So just say fuck it
Put your hands in the shape of a gun
Bang!
You're a space cowboy now