and i dig until my fingers are black
looking for what i lack
all i find are worms and dirt
my head is sore and my back hurts
i can still hear the last words that you told me
"i don't mind being alone, i just hate feeling lonely"
and i cage my tongue
in the space behind my teeth
i'm counting 5.4.3.2.1.
i'm remembering how to breathe
cause if you say you never loved me
i'll know you're still a liar
and if i say i never wondered
i deserve every inch of this terrible fire