How do you feel?
Digging graves for the insecure
I feel very tired
Shoveling trenches for the enemy line
Did I ever cross over?
I tried a lot not to be myself
I guess in the end I did
I can tell from shrapnel wounds

A screen away from solitude
Should made me second guess
A second away from disaster
Never made me any faster
It was a long way
To reach that shortcut
And exchange what I was
For a brand new PTSD

There at the line
I'm left with
Blank letters
And tired songs
Ancient baits
For starting wars
And mistakes

I changed it all for nobody
A skin peeled and shred
Ready for an onslaught
I'll be left for dead
But my ghost limbs
Just keep going
Running from the trench
There is nobody in the back

There at the line
In standing cues
For wretched lives
Where some of us
Can only just
Dig really deep
Before we sleep

Can't remember who I was
Gotta make a home
Get to that place and play growing old
I guess I used to smile
While I was laying down
There is no cover now
Oh god
I'll be dead
Why did I move on from here?
And you said
It's been so fucking long
Get out of your hole
At least die above