She slips out of bed.  It's 6 in the morning.  She kisses my head  Without even a warning.    She thinks I'm sleeping.  But I watch her slowly dress.  I rot from the inside.  How could she love this mess?    The blackness I dive,  I'm buried alive.  Been driving since 1995.  But you dug me up to breathe.    My hand over flame.  This cauterized vein.  I stumble back down the slop again.  But you pull me back to breathe.    Into your heart.    How can I show  What you've have done for me?  You'll never know  Your smile has saved me.    So I wrote these fucked up songs.  Obscure so you'll never guess.  I rot from the inside.  How could she love this mess?    The blackness I dive,  I'm buried alive.  Been driving since 1995.  But you dug me up to breathe.    My hand over flame.  This cauterized vein.  I stumble back down the slop again.  But you pull me back to breathe.    Into your heart.