There's nothing in this lake but a bunch of lonely bones
I've been looking for myself, I've been lost inside my home
Been atheist for a while now I'm losing faith in me
I'm on the highway to hell but I can't afford the fee
I hear the crickets in the thickets and the frogs on the shore
I carry around this axe to turn logs to doors
I've been doubting myself more and loving myself less
My clout is on all fours struggling for its last breath
But I don't really give a fuck what you think I don't care
I write these songs for sad people so they know I'm there
You're not alone with these poems it just feels that way sometimes
These letters are just stitches some medicine that rhymes
I told death all my problems he laughed until he wept
Not out of sadness just divine comedy I guess
I wanna fill this lake with the bones of all our pets
Cause they were our friends
So we can reanimate their corpses and hold them once again