I'm digging myself a grave in a downpour You used to beg down on your knees But the hole still fills with rain They've long since covered your casket And you're not here to stop me So I'll dig another hole right next to you, my final resting place Bury me! Fill my lungs with the earth! Bury me! My casket is the dirt! Maybe I'm afraid of nothing Overthinking gets the best of me I don't have much left to live for You can come and take the rest of me I'm not asking for forgiveness I just regret what I did not do To depend on me is to depend on uncertainty Maybe that's the reason I lost you I can't seem to avoid the thought of taking blame for the deaths of the ones I love The tempest in my chest continues to rage on Here I am again Standing in the rain Here I am again Choking on the truth I stand staring at your tombstone A grave reminder of the past Every time I hear a ring Memories come flooding back I will not bury myself Instead I'll bury the shovel Let go of the things I'm not and accept what I don't have Maybe I'm afraid of nothing Overthinking gets the best of me Maybe I'm afraid of living It's my mind that gets the best and you can have the rest of me