Another Manʼs Grave

Itʼs a quarter-to-two and the bars are all closing, nobody looks how they think

The guy in the corner with spit in his beard wearing more than he drank of his drink

The dancers are shaking like ants, desperate to find a last-minute queen

While the rest of us are all headed home to try finding comfort in dreams

'Cause this isnʼt life

And I know that I chose it but I canʼt stand waking up and nobody knows it

Iʼll never find the strength to change what I need

Is this who Iʼll always be?

I open my eyes and the room is still spinning, I joke about buying a vowel

The funniest part of this feeling is knowing the answer but nothing comes out

So Iʼm shaking around like Iʼm hanging from something I know is about to break

Like Iʼm biting the gun but the safety is on and I threw up the pills I ate

The notes are all scribbled in pencil without really knowing what Iʼm trying to write

Something like "Goddamn the man who said everything's gonna be fine"

But life is a lot like a sewer; we get out of it what we put in…

Thatʼs when doubt kicks in

Maybe I just donʼt have it inside me, maybe thereʼs too much I couldnʼt face?

I just wanted someone to come down from heaven and explain this cold and fucked up place

But Iʼll just keep trying to hide it until thereʼs nothing left to save

In the end, I know Iʼm gonna die

Buried in another man's grave