If we would’ve been a little closer,
Maybe you would’ve come to me instead of that pill bottle.
It doesn’t matter now.

If I would’ve been a little more caring,
Maybe you wouldn’t have been scared to call.
It doesn’t matter now.

If I would’ve called just a little sooner,
Maybe I could’ve talked you out of it.
It doesn’t matter now.

If you would’ve been a little more rational,
Maybe you would’ve realized it was the coward’s way out.
It doesn’t matter now.

If he didn’t kill you on the inside,
Maybe you’d still be fully alive.
It doesn’t matter now.

Because you’re dead.