I've got holes in both my feet And empty shotgun shells beneath I've been shooting up a storm Intentionally trying to eliminate What stands beneath me standing and the floor This bed on two by fours Where I hide my defeated side Just held together barely getting by Beneath my weight Decisions that I've made I habitually cycle through And loop them on repeat In the worst way In my worst way ♪ Been digging graves with my bare hands So inefficiently And the right ways I'll just never understand Lock me indoors, swallow my key Let's see if I can claw my way through walls Or get some fucking sleep And dream of missing out The chance to shoot myself right in the foot again Within the first few hours Of quiet and peace, two things I'm told that I should need But my requirements for those two polar opposites Are two hungry mouths to feed