I walk with the dead but I still fear death
I don't have the patience to count each breath
Another summer ends and I feel safe
No longer the outdoors do I have to face
Wading through the weeds to get there
Up to my neck, I could be anywhere
The difference between lonesome and lonely
It just comes down to fucking poetry
I know what's best
Wrap me in electric fence
I can't get out, not letting anyone in
Just pluck up the courage to ask how I've been
If I don't have enough sleep
I'll fall apart at the seams
I'm trying my best not to be alone
But I still can't push out of this comfort zone
Trying to keep busy every night of the week
Searching for an escape from the losing streak
I've never been so stupid in my fucking life
Ignoring all of the internal strife
Trying to find some grip on a helping hand
Let it slip and bury my head in the sand