I hear you buzzing around my head
Like flies picking at my dead flesh
And you wash away that blood with your windshield wipers
And i'll have a grave in the weeds and the dirt
And no one will stop you from driving away
And no one will see me while the wind eats me away
And i will always be that thing you left on the side of the road
Guts on the ground, bleeding out with nowhere to go
I'll wait until i rot down to bones
And when i'm gone i'll bury myself alone