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 $#&@ed 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.