I feel so low
Didn't think I could get this low
Manage to put myself under the floor
Between the cracks an nooks
And now I'm stuck
With the dust mites
And dead mice
It's been so long
I've raise a pair of dust bunnies
I can describe how the were born the process in which it took
I feel like that last bit of dust you can't sweep up
You think you got it
Until you move the dust pan back
Then sweep until you think it's gone
But no I'm still here
Just been swept thin
So thin if you open the door
Just one gust of wind will be the end of me
It'll ******* away
I've been this way to long
But its my own fault
It's killing me to see me this way
If I could get away from me I would
I'd open that door an let in the wind
At least it would be the end