there is a bottomless hole
in the place where no on goes
and no one knows
i have been there a million times before
where my finger tips can't feel
in the place where nothing's real
i'm not lost here, as you might think
there is nothing here that isn't me
everything, i've ever done, or said, is here to see
twiced breathed air is hard to swallow
as you wallow through your dreams
one fall leads to another, when you're looking for a fault
it's neither hot nor cold as you undress
skin deep is not enough, if you're picking through the bones
when the salt water hits, the sting will feel so good
this is not a hole for sinking, but for drifting as you float
