I Can Be Afraid of Anything

I'm carrying a heavy bucket back from the well Trembling hands and losing water, losing my will When we got home, nothing was left but knots in the lease Now I'm heading west or someplace far from the East Cortisol and Serotonin, stable's a thrill Anhedonia at the surface. Here, I'm in hell I'm carrying this empty bucket, I wanna empty myself Because everything is getting rid of everything else Pacing parking lots, ignored We are the same, but opposed Something else is supposed to happen You aren't having a good time anymore (It felt easy before I left, left in dust to carry myself) I really did dig my own hole, and I'm climbing out I really did dig my own hole, but I can see the top I'm climbing out I really did dig my own hole I'm climbing out I'm climbing out [Repeat 4x] You can smell life here, what we call life above the ground (Left in dust) Hands stained dirty, but there is water to wash them out (What we call life above the ground) Being this age always seemed so far away (Left in dust) How is life here, can we bring our trash outside the house? (What we call life above the ground) To carry myself out