The Riverbed

Drag me out of my coffin again
I can hear
your voice
in my chest
it's a mess
such a wreck
leave me washed up
floating
into the deep
until I sink
and I feel
nothing
again.

Until it ends,
Oh.
Trust me;
It won't.
But, we can always pretend,
now,
can't we?

-and I can tell
that you're
too late -
oh well.

-and I can tell
that you blame me -
again.

So drag me out of my coffin again
just to
spit in my face
and throw me
right back
in.

So drag me out of my coffin again,
and make sure
you lock the lid.

Its been a long time coming
again
until this
ends
Oh?
Trust me;
it won't.
But, we can
always
pretend,
can't we?