I wanna staple myself right to the ground, its
Hard to get along, not that you doubt its
Wrong, to cut off what's been lost
Lie, or keep your fingers crossed
Eyes they point in both directions
I'm succinct it's hard to hide it
But if I think about when we die
It's hard to stomach I can't lie
That what you say won't matter no more
When you're stuck in a
Grave, no moisture control is this water or tears
You're not really sure, what to do but I'd say
Six feet higher now sure seems like a lot
This altitude is cold, gasoline's at cost
I miss my family dearly, they never come to play
I hope I see them once a year, when you come to lay flowers on my grave
I hope I see them once a year, when you come to lay flowers on my grave
I wanna' kill myself when you're around, it's
Hard to keep this social distance
When, we live in the same house
Six feet doesn't fix our health
9 times out of 10 I'm wrong but
It's the 11th hour upon us
And you look sick so here's a dust mask: $7 plus tax
Quarantined to a
Grave, no moisture control, is this water or tears
You're not really sure, what to do but I'd say
Six feet higher now sure seems like a lot
This altitude is cold, gasoline's at cost
I miss my family dearly, they never come to play
I hope I see them once a year, when you come to lay flowers on my grave
I hope I see them once a year, when you come to lay flowers on my grave