Follow up, turned short-handed
"If I'd have known"
Beat down, out for ransom
When I'm alone
No feelings offered, run for cover
No no no, no turning back
I don't know, how I got here
Wrong turn
Left the map, headed southbound
To bad town
A past still haunting, voices screaming
No no no, don't bring'em back
I'm setting it off, here's the exhale
But you, hold my tongue 'fore I speak again
Dig in deeper, now five feet under
Oh no no I'm still breathin' hard, here barren
Dirt, dry, out of season
So far I keep runnin', from nothin'
Try filling emptiness with dollar bills
Or secondhanded pseudo, blue moon lovers
No rain, no shade comin'
I miss the bloom of the spring
I'm already conscience bearing
Self-destructive, self-repairing
Sinkin' heavy contemplating
Self-destruction, self-creation
I'm setting it off, here's the exhale
But you, hold my tongue 'fore I speak again
Dig in deeper, now five feet under
Oh no no I'm still breathin' hard, here barren
Dirt, dry, out of season
So far I keep runnin' from nothin'