While My Body Rots

Someday my heart will stop
I'll lay down underground inside a box
All alone with my thoughts
The fights I fought, the loves I lost
The things I regret worming their way out
While my body rots

Maybe I'm poor from playing these towns
Maybe I'm sore from sleep on the ground
Maybe there's more than making these sounds
But one thing's for sure
I won't let this world drag me down

Too late now to scratch out
Decisions I'm itching to recount
Before my soul went south
No more dreams, feed the trees
All that remain are names and memories
And this shell of me

Maybe I'm poor from playing these towns
Maybe I'm sore from sleep on the ground
Maybe there's more than making these sounds
But one thing's for sure
I won't let this world drag me down

Maybe I'm poor from playing these towns
Maybe I'm sore from sleep on the ground
Maybe there's more than making these sounds
But one thing's for sure
I won't let this world drag me down