This feeling is creeping back in
My old friend loneliness
Is around the corner
At least this time
He was kind enough to send a postcard
Before he came and became comfortable in my bed
He's in my bed
In my shower
No escape
Countless hours
Him and me
I can't break free
I could be taking a walk
He's on my shoulder
Whispering that I'm growing older alone
Passenger seat when I drive
Convincing me that people
Don't care if I'm alive
He's holding me back
Dragging me under
Down where it's cold
Down where it's darker
Him and me
I can't break free
This time he's not leaving
Till I'm no longer breathing
[Fading breaths]
