Hands of the Receiver

I was slipping fast
She was hanging on
I was looking for a path
She said she knew the way to make me happy
I'm in the hands of the receiver
I thought I'd die before I'd be here
I was blind, I didn't see her;
I'm in the hands of the receiver

Flashed a mirror in my eyes
Moved into my home
Wrecked all of the rooms
Said I do these things to make you happy
Life can be rum
Relax and get stung
Life can be rum
Should I die and be done?