Chemistry Sold

Digging this hole
Sure takes it out of you
But it’s something to do and I really have nothing else
To dig into
Can’t wear the face if you don’t have the head for it
And it starts to, fit like a skin with no pores cut to breathe through
Suffocating
Can’t breathe the air if you don’t have the height
Show me those shells again
I know we don’t fit in
But I can still hear the sighs
Of all the chemicals released and born again
It’s such a relative high
Yeah, you can find it balled up in your gut
And though anger lies dormant it’s quick to erupt
And burn through the night burns through the night
We chose the road, we chose the road and I was delighted
But these things grow old, and the furniture’s gone
The chemistry’s sold, and I want my money back