I keep rotten food underneath my bed Maybe it’s because my head tells me i’ll be better off dead That underneath the ground there i’ll lay Rotting like all of those flowers Soon to decay
see beyond the words and faces feel beyond the smooth skin read beyond the print breathe in more than the oxygen run in messy houses live beneath the bridges seek more than what they can offer but most importantly always drink enough water
living in the daydreams in my head i’ll take my pain pills and go to bed lifeless, cold and dead I’ve awaited someone to save this disgrace but now it’s too late
down to the river, i’m leaving you behind down to the river, i’ll cry and cry and cry down to the river, please dry my eyes down to the river, i’ll sing this lullaby
A short lullaby I created to serenade myself into complete madness