At the Bottom

Paint the ground I made up in a shade too dark to see

Step over my cracks and I'll keep clawing at your feet

String of bad days, never once looked backwards

Floor to my face and a constant lapse in

Judgement from the parts of me I hate

So spiteful

Pull flowers from your garden

To decorate my home inside this hole

I'm living at the bottom

Lighting you a candle that's been burning at the ends

Treat you like a stranger while I call myself a friend

Follow my tracks just to end up stranded

Turning my back to the help I'm handed

Doing this the hardest way I can

So spiteful

Pull flowers from your garden

To decorate my home inside this hole

I'm living at the bottom

With kindness that I don't deserve

You dodge the blows and pinch the nerves

In hands I use to turn the dirt

But I keep digging, I keep digging

With kindness that I don't deserve

You dodge the blows and pinch the nerves

In hands I use to turn the dirt

But I keep digging, I keep digging

So spiteful

Pull flowers from your garden

Deep hole

I'm living at the bottom