Trip to the Bottom

The trip to the bottom
Is full of stories
Of all the things you see
Well they’re interesting
At least
But the bottom
Is dark and lonesome
You search for something to talk about
But no one wants to hear it
I’ll be kind when it’s my time
When I realize there’s nothing to realize
I’ll be kind when it’s my time
When I realize there’s nothing to realize just be kind
Feel alone feel alone at the bottom
Feel alone feel alone at the bottom
No one wants to talk to the dark one
Make a joke make a joke from the bottom
Try to relate to your friends but disturb them
No one wants to laugh at the dark joke
Every step every step that you take
Is another is another one closer to your grave
My uncle told me
Always alone at the bottom
He was always alone until he found me
The one listening
Set Beside myself
I’m down here
A concert in making sure I’m alone
Lost in cacophony of thoughts
That offer me shit
Can’t soften these hits to my, head
Hey pop, can you hear me?
It’s not that I don’t care
I just struggle to feel something at all
I want to learn to be me
A part of what is
And start to climb on out from this
Feel alone feel alone at the bottom
Feel alone feel alone at the bottom
No one wants to talk to the dark one
Make a joke make a joke from the bottom
Try to relate to your friends but disturb them
No one wants to laugh at the dark joke