Urn Video (MV)

That's what I said
I wrote my eulogy in my bed
Last night
I get this way sometimes
Hollow Empty
Out I carry the thoughts
By now it's getting to me every night
Every

Don't
Don't run out there
It's just everything I've bottled up from then.
Now's the time to explain what went down there

I have smeared futures of my joy
Tears and tears have blemished the pastels
Can't remember how to fix it
So I lit my candles
Began to cast spells
I get sick when I grow bored
The end of me is the end of the world now

You give me hope
I get your hope
If you stay
I'll give your hope
I'm exhausted from the shit on the back of my knee

What do I hide
Why I hide my impure thoughts every night
That's right
Get me to rehab
Give me the chores
Keep me occupied so I don't get bored
Or start writing another Eulogy