Haunt

I’ve grown sick of living in my own skin
I’ve tried so long to find a way out
Night after night, lost in a bottle
Night after night, lost in transit

The next station’s still a far way out
The line goes nowhere, I’ve bottomed out
The grave calls its name, I’ve bottomed out

“It’s not enough. It’s never enough.”

I know how this all ends
It’s been with me every step

I know, it won’t let me go
It won’t me live, I know

My hands. My wrists
My hands. My wrists

Too sick to live, too weak to die
Too sick to live, too weak to die

Too sick to live, too weak to die
Too sick to live, too weak to die