"I'm al— I'm always ready."

You write the letters to yourself
Because your mind has become a new dead language
It's not that no one understands
You've just been striving for some more comprehension
But when did your heart break and take you the wrong way
When did your bones get so hollow
And when did distractions replace pursuit of passion
You're cheating the light you once followed

Well, you've been choking back the words
For some fear of misconstruction
You hid your heart and thoughts
So far down that no onе can touch them
They found you in a shallow hole
And dеar, I think you've lost your lovely soul, dear
I found myself a home, so hollow
I'm chewing more than I can swallow

Found myself a home, so hollow
I'm chewing more than I can swallow