"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