Six Foot Dug Out Holes

I've been holding on to words I can't say right
But I know they'll sound better in the morning
When I hold you close, sometimes I wonder why
All the constant back and forth becomes so haunting

The way you talk just makes my skin start crawling
But I can't stand to be by myself at all
I'll do better if you just stop calling
But you can't stand to be by yourself at all

Everything I ever said to you I really regret
Left to pick up all pieces when you get in mess
These are things I guess I never really got off my chest
I know I'm a problem, baby you're no better

We've been here a thousand times
Not a chance of moving forward
I know we tried so hard but it's not enough
Well maybe in a different life, a different world
This could all be better
That's just wishful thinking, wishful thinking

This irony is burning to the touch
Everyday is the same old story
Everyday is the same old story

You sleep in six foot dug out holes where (I'm so sorry)
All your words are a casket (but that's just not enough)
And you keep going on and on till you're not breathing
You sleep in six foot dug out holes where (so just tell me what you're trying to say)
All your words are a casket (I'm so sick and tired of playing the games)
And you keep going on and on till you're not breathing

The way you talk just makes my skin start crawling
But I can't stand to be by myself at all
I'll do better if you just stop calling
But you can't stand to be by yourself at all

Everything I ever said to you I really regret
Left to pick up all pieces when you get in mess
These are things I guess I never really got off my chest
I know I'm a problem, baby you're no better

You sleep in six foot dug out holes where
All your words are a casket
And you keep going on and on till you're not breathing
You sleep in six foot dug out holes where
All your words are a casket
And you keep going on and on till you're not breathing

You sleep in six foot dug out holes where
All your words are a casket
And you keep going on and on till you're not breathing
You sleep in six foot dug out holes where
All your words are a casket
And you keep going on and on till you're not breathing