hole in a tree
killed my old hate maybe he can see me
in the hospital parking lot
at sunset again
may the 8th
wait at home i’m running late
we got nothing post-mortem
and now the funeral’s delayed
every night oh
every night
i go digging in the same spot
every night oh
every night
dig till i find something i don’t want
way back then
did it too fast and i reached the end
these days i don’t say
how i'm ashamed my mind is blank
it’s a curse
everyone said it would be ten times worse
lost you and the comfort too
of grieving as rehearsed
every night oh
every night
i go digging in the same spot
every night oh
every night
dig till i find something i don’t want
holding back
street lamp
frosted glass
night ride
late walk
i'm mad but I’m not
cat tails
sky after rain
flowers on the driveway
i get sad thinking how i’m not
every night oh
every night
i go digging in the same spot
every night oh
every night
dig till i find something i don’t want