Most nights I wish I could re-watch my dreams
On a TV screen, to see what they could mean
Most night I stare at the ceiling
I'm shedding weight from not eating
Everything gets the best of me
I'm smoking cigarettes again
I'm coughing up my lungs when I try to go to bed
And my chest gets tight, from my anxiety at night
Whenever I try to stand, I'm always swallowed by the dirt
Swallow me up and then burn it. (Suh!)
I don't know who to blame for the way that I've been feeling
I don't know how I got this way or to start healing
My mind's a mess and I can't find anything to remember
About the time I thought my life was getting better
Callous on my skin I won't ever let this win
It's getting colder, I'm missing the summer
The dirt in my mouth keeps me warm six feet under
