Ratfolk - 13-05-2017 Lyrics

I was dead
Now I'm not alive
You're cremating some ashes
Good luck with that
I hope I smell good

Myself was my friend
But I can't find him anywhere
A 12am shift in pondering
If I deserve him

Fear has fallen past me, not looking' back
My grandmas house will bury me
With my arms I'll try to hold me back
From kicking this milk crate from the tree
Never sold myself on, anything you would have wanted
I will always hate me for what I lack
Is this living?

I chew on my tongue
I rip out my nails
I cuss out my ulcers and my lymph nodes
When they try to stop me

I should go back home
Leave this dementia cave
I gaslit myself into thinking I
Would be liked by anyone here

Fear has fallen past me, not looking' back
My grandmas house will bury me
With my arms I'll try to hold me back
From kicking this milk crate from the tree
Never sold myself on, anything you would have wanted
I will always hate me for what I lack
Is this living?

Barry is this living?
Barry is this living?
Barry is this living?
Barely is this living