Hole of us

I’ll climb out my window and dig myself a grave

A grave for my sorrow a grave for my pain

Each foot a new dilemma each rock a milestone

As I continue to dig deeper I get further and further from home.

I dug myself a grave today, a hundred miles deep

I lay here at the bottom as a motionless heap

In all my frantic worry and dwelling on the past

I breathed in breaths so heavy I’ve come upon my last

The moral of a story isn’t always crystal clear

But here you see it filthy; worry will kill you my dear.