You Done Dug Yourself A Pit A Mile Deep And A Foot Wide And You're Looking Up At A Pinhole.

im supposed to be getting ready.
but im still sitting on my bed.
with my laptop burning a hole on my thigh.
wondering where i'll go and what i'll wear.
i think about every situation, about every path i could take,
and then ask myself which one is most likely to lead to you.

its not okay that i still feel that, i don't think.
that when i watch our favorite show, sometimes i cry during commericals.
because thats when i can hear myself laughing,
and thats when i realize im alone.
is this how you want to be?
seeing you almost hurts my eyes.
how can we let them get the better of us?
i need to get you alone so i can hear what we're both not saying, a little clearer.
i forget that sometimes what you want me to hear, radiates through my bones.

i dug my hole a little too deep this time.
i wonder if i'll ever sit at the top again, fasened on tight.
for now we'll all just stay here.
at least we're all together.
rock bottom is a long fall, but at least it's not lonley down there.