You called me split open
The things you said, they don't make sense
You met her in the sixth grade
A girl from cherry hill
You liked the way she said your name
You said I always knew it was gonna be you or me
Honestly, who OD's in the fucking hospital
She stole morphine off the nurse's cart
One day in the suburbs of Phoenix, Arizona
Stupid, dead Jessica
Stupid, dead Jessica
You pulled no punches
You felt everything in a single sound
You held everything too many times to count
And I still love you, but it hurts now
I don't think life was something that you hated
I think that it's way more complicated
Sometimes we need something to hang in
The day doesn't go like we planned it
I didn't think it was gonna be you or me
Honestly, who OD's in their fucking 40s
He went to sleep in the backseat of his car
In the parking lot of McDonald's
Stupid, dead Jessica
Stupid, dead Jessica
Stupid, dead Jessica
She was the reason you got sober
Our friends die and we keep getting older
And it kills you that she left you this way
Stupid, dead Jessica
Stupid, dead Jessica
Stupid, dead Jessica
Stupid, dead Jessica
Stupid, dead Jessica
Stupid, dead Jessica
