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.