Nobody looks in that direction anymore
There's a hole where the sun comes in, everyone sees it but stays indoors
A room filled with haziness so thick you can't even see through it
But fumbling through clutter, one day i will find the floor
Take the long way home
If you're not too far gone
I feel the fibers of the carpet and know there's more underneath
I rip into it with a knife and it's 6 feet deep
It's mostly dirt with occasional worms and a maze of decaying roots
I dig my way down into a cocoon and i go to sleep