The earth was soaked
Low hanging mist
The ghost of last nights storm
I went to my tools
And I did choose
A shovel on the wall
It was packed with rust
And its splintered handle
Suited me just fine
In this stage
Of decay and uselessness
It seemed a friend of mine
I set off into the woods
For a hill to die upon
For worth in a worthless world
Only to discover loss
On the first strike
My shovels blade
Was blunted on stouted slate
I can't even seem
To bury myself
Without another damn mistake
With every shovel-full
Another memory
Floated through my mind
And I'd fill this pit
Back up with my tears
If I had any left to cry
The deeper that I dig
The more that I regret
I ever started digging at all
I was so alone
I had to dig a hole
Just to have some place to fall
Just to have some place to fall
As the rain fell down
I hoped I'd drown
And rid this world of my misery
I'd be better off
Floating face down
Than people have to deal with me
For a moment I climbed
But all the roots and rocks
On the walls came loose
Sent me crashing down
Back to the bottom of
This watery grave I did choose
With every shovel-full
Another memory
Floated through my mind
And I'd fill this pit
Back up with my tears
If I had any left to cry
The deeper that I dig
The more that I regret
I ever started digging at all
I was so alone
I had to dig a hole
Just to have a place to fall
Just to have a place to fall
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