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.