She slips out of bed.
It's 6 in the morning.
She kisses my head
Without even a warning.
She thinks I'm sleeping.
But I watch her slowly dress.
I rot from the inside.
How could she love this mess?
The blackness I dive,
I'm buried alive.
Been driving since 1995.
But you dug me up to breathe.
My hand over flame.
This cauterized vein.
I stumble back down the slop again.
But you pull me back to breathe.
Into your heart.
How can I show
What you've have done for me?
You'll never know
Your smile has saved me.
So I wrote these fucked up songs.
Obscure so you'll never guess.
I rot from the inside.
How could she love this mess?
The blackness I dive,
I'm buried alive.
Been driving since 1995.
But you dug me up to breathe.
My hand over flame.
This cauterized vein.
I stumble back down the slop again.
But you pull me back to breathe.
Into your heart.
