Dig

please hold me together

lately I’ve been feeling retired, baby

seasons only change the weather

‘cause I’m still craning my neck in the streets

‘cause on paper, does it cut like a wire?

my hands are so dry

and my eyes are on fire

these things never last forever

I’m sure you’ll end up getting tired of me

will you hold me together

when I dig through dirt like I'm trying to come clean?

‘cause on paper, does it cut like a wire?

my hands are so dry

and my eyes are on fire