living dead

I’ve gone and put my dirt on the line

So many times my coffin is bare

You see the etching in the grain

My graves exposed for all to spit upon and shame

I’m dead and done with arrogance

Willing to admit I want something more then this

As you so selfishly tempt me to live again

Only to attempt crawling out and fall back in

We are the living dead

I’m trying to make us breathe again

We are the living dead

But all you can say is try again

I’ve had some visitors to my grave

The pink roses kept me from going zombie

But the connection just isn’t the same

Hard to push blame when I’m dead and rotting

The pieces fit but always fall off

In the end I’m left missing myself and with a bigger want

To breathe again and smell the grass

That now covers our unkempt path

We are the living dead

I’m trying to make us breathe again

We are the living dead

But all you can say is try again

I’m sick of trying to climb out

It’s getting me no where quick

When every time you extend your hand

I reach out to you, just to find it slip

Your retraction is nothing new to me

In fact it’s slowly helping me see

It’s time for me to roll in my grave

And find someone to dig with me

We are the living dead

I’m trying to make us breathe again

We are the living dead

But all you can say is try again