I live in harmony with worms, 
underneath the dirt and the soil. 
My home away from noise. 
I want wake up there. 
I wish they'd make a grave. 
The guilt I feel for this. 
I'm clean, but my world's a mess. 
I wait, I wait for it. 
Your ghost, I wish it haunted me. 
These last few months I felt a lack of love. 
I felt the weight drop down on us. 
I want wake up there. 
I wish they'd make a grave. 
I wish you knew I cared. 
It hurts to say your name.