Haunt

I’ve grown sick of living in my own skin

I’ve tried so long to find a way out

Night after night, lost in a bottle

Night after night, lost in transit

The next station’s still a far way out

The line goes nowhere, I’ve bottomed out

The grave calls its name, I’ve bottomed out

“It’s not enough. It’s never enough.”

I know how this all ends

It’s been with me every step

I know, it won’t let me go

It won’t me live, I know

My hands. My wrists

My hands. My wrists

Too sick to live, too weak to die

Too sick to live, too weak to die

Too sick to live, too weak to die

Too sick to live, too weak to die