Carved in stone: the date, the name
Wishing for an endless crowd to make my mother proud
Picture perfect body
How I just want to be somebody

A place to go, a stone to cry on

So when the creatures are keeping me up at night
I take a good hard look at myself in spite
It's all I think of but I can't seem to shake
The short cut story of my endless headache

I hope it shows
The flowers, the Tears
The things I tried to be
The struggle I called home
Will matter when I'm gone
When I don't have to breathe no more

Let the worms eat my eyes out

So when the creatures are keeping me up at night
I take a good hard look at myself in spite
It's all I think of but I can't seem to shake
The short cut story of my endless headache

The weeping choir doesn't matter at all
just a deadbeat body underground with nothing to show
it's hard to swallow that I'm only human after all

So when the creatures are keeping me up at night
I take a good hard look at myself in spite
It's all I think of but I can't seem to shake
The short cut story of my endless headache"