Buried

Here it is again, that feeling in my gut

it feels like the air, has gone right out of my lungs.

It comes on after failure

but lately it's been around, bringing me down

I think I'm freaking out.

I'm buried, deep inside my house

can you help me get out?

Alone in my room

My bed broke last night, I'm sleeping on the floor.

You'd think that I'm too old for this, too old for this shit

and would've learned my lesson before.

God dammit, I am scared.

Is that what you wanted to hear?

If I hide it with laughter, maybe it was never there.

This story, I've told a million times before.

Can you help me burn the pages?

Burn them all.

I, I just want to know what it's like to be alright.