Bartending the Funeral

There are emotions that these kinds of things bring
That I know I should feel but I can’t feel a thing
They’re grinding me down
Like something inside has dried up and gone numb
All the things I despised and tried not to become
They’re grinding me down
Down to where I don’t want to go
Because I’ve been there before and I don’t think that you want to know
Know just how dark it can get
When you live in your head and you feel like there’s nothing left
There are emotions that these kinds of things bring
That I know I should feel but I can’t feel a thing
They’re grinding me down
Down to where I don’t want to go
Because I’ve been there before and I don’t think that you want to know
Know just how dark it can get
When you live in your head and you feel like there’s nothing left