I walk with the dead but I still fear death I don't have the patience to count each breath Another summer ends and I feel safe No longer the outdoors do I have to face Wading through the weeds to get there Up to my neck, I could be anywhere The difference between lonesome and lonely It just comes down to fucking poetry I know what's best Wrap me in electric fence I can't get out, not letting anyone in Just pluck up the courage to ask how I've been If I don't have enough sleep I'll fall apart at the seams I'm trying my best not to be alone But I still can't push out of this comfort zone Trying to keep busy every night of the week Searching for an escape from the losing streak I've never been so stupid in my fucking life Ignoring all of the internal strife Trying to find some grip on a helping hand Let it slip and bury my head in the sand