Dead dirt in the summer Smoking with the backyard Burning underneath your calloused feet But it's armor It keeps you safe Like the nightlight by your bed stand That just keeps you awake Because it's better to see Than to ever fall asleep Defenselessly But I'll let you know When I got home Because I know you worry When you see the ways I could die In your dreams But you're in pain And I'm alive On your list of problems I'm at the bottom I'm at the bottom