You're a cast-iron-statue ready-made for me
You're the stubborn weight that won't lift from my shoulder
You're a broken bell, ringing me

You're the last-time-melt-down traps I set
You're the dripping-wet-watery streets of my mouth
You're a lifeboat, swimming me

Chorus:
Oh, this misery dirge
Like an old one, a mountain murder
And it goes: "Your life is a wreck, we won't let you forget"

You're the same-old-tired-boring magazine
You are every single excuse I ever used in my life
You're a hole in the ground

Chorus

You're the rotting-rock-bottom worst of my moods
You're the blood from a stone in my chest for my head
You're the limits of my mind, but not of me