I promise I’ll be better in the morning
But for now I’ll just let myself crawl
Into the grave I’ve only known in mourning
And in the dead end of the coffin I will sprawl
I want to be my own demise
I just want someone else to pull the trigger.
I know I will not do it, but I surmise
I can be a better me as grave digger.
The cats are gasping underneath the floorboards
while rats pose as friends and great gifts of France
And the crying botanical citizens break their vocal chords
Because no one ever gave their skin a chance
And when sitting at the side of the road
no one cares no one shows
A single hint of affection
For all have been too caught to look down
From their phones and they drone
At the slightest hint of infection
But I promise I’ll be better in the morning
But for now I’ll just let myself crawl
Into the grave I’ve only known in mourning
And in the dead end of the coffin I will sprawl
I want to be my own demise
I just want someone else to pull the trigger.
I know I will not do it, but I surmise
I can be a better me as grave digger.
I still feel every word
And every sound you sing
It’s not what I have heard
In darkness beckoning
And I know that it’s absurd
That your voice I cannot cling
But know that it’s your burden
That my blood is curdling.
I want to be my own demise
I don’t care if someone else will pull the trigger.
I know have to do it, but I surmise
I will be a better me as grave digger.
