I guess I'll see you at the bottom
I choke on tired timidness
I hate for you to have to see me like this
what's life like down their at the bottom?
white washed with stale sense of self
got nothing left to say to you that might help
you want to throw it all away?
I'd go anywhere with you
I've made some mistakes
give me time and patience- I'll make it up to you
I'm getting closer to the bottom
you'd think I'd know better by now
you'd think I'd have it figured out
but I doubt I ever will