I bet it would relieve me to dig my fingers
Underneath my skin and peel back the layers
What I would do to never feel things anymore
Dissecting myself while you beat down the door
Which time will be the last?
It's been calling out the dark
The itch I can't scratch
Gradual constricting of the heart
They all start to see evil I hold, old comfort
Is it now that I know what to do, though stubborn
I bet it would relieve me to dig my fingers
Underneath my skin and peel back the layers
What I would do to never feel things anymore
Dissecting myself while you beat down the door
What if I'm bleeding
And don't awake from dreaming
Of this wretched life I lead
Good times can't get in for free
The last love I have
Should not have to drag
My ailments to the summit
Forgive me when you stomach
I bet it would relieve me to dig my fingers
Underneath my skin and peel back the layers
What I would do to never feel things anymore
Dissecting myself while you beat down the door