𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚒𝚊𝚗...

𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚒𝚛

dig deep dig til you’re raw dig til your shovel’s dull your hands sore and bleeding

this hole will kill us both will sap our hearts of hope and swallow us whole

with every shovelful closer to breaking through to the other side don’t know which’ll be worse the pain of the hole or the pain of the nothing you found within

I’m not harboring treasures hiding a shining light deep in this chest

so dig dig til you’re sure dig til you’ve lost the sun then will you be happy