I'm digging myself a grave in a downpour
You used to beg down on your knees
But the hole still fills with rain
They've long since covered your casket
And you're not here to stop me
So I'll dig another hole right next to you, my final resting place

Bury me!
Fill my lungs with the earth!
Bury me!
My casket is the dirt!

Maybe I'm afraid of nothing
Overthinking gets the best of me
I don't have much left to live for
You can come and take the rest of me

I'm not asking for forgiveness
I just regret what I did not do
To depend on me is to depend on uncertainty
Maybe that's the reason I lost you
I can't seem to avoid the thought of taking blame for the deaths of the ones I love
The tempest in my chest continues to rage on

Here I am again
Standing in the rain
Here I am again
Choking on the truth

I stand staring at your tombstone
A grave reminder of the past
Every time I hear a ring
Memories come flooding back

I will not bury myself
Instead I'll bury the shovel
Let go of the things I'm not and accept what I don't have

Maybe I'm afraid of nothing
Overthinking gets the best of me
Maybe I'm afraid of living
It's my mind that gets the best and you can have the rest of me