the only thing i'm good for is feeling bad
my constant existence some state of sad
like **** why can't i just go back
to when sweet dreams were all i had
its like all i can do is **** **** up
no matter what you say i'm not enough
there's always a caveat to love
never gonna have full trust
even though i bleed on an altar for just a chance
melt like snow in your dishonest hands
when a man loves a woman and that woman loves a man
i wish i could just suddenly understand
because all this waiting
feels like decaying
try to be patient
but i feel so deflated
wont you come fill me up now
its always so dark out
but its nice when you're 'round
soul deep in my spring of doubt