Under the Gravestone

If I was a bird I'd fly into a ceiling fan One on high speed in a fancy open restaurant I'd choose my timing at the peak of dinner rush So malicious, bird on dishes, all my body parts But I'm not a bird I'm just a man trying to get by 6 years later, got a piece of paper still not better off Supposed to have money, supposed to be happy But 60k in debt, shitty paycheck, how's that better off So, I got issues and you can't tell me you don't We all end up the same under the gravestone I really wish you, wish you could tell me I don't We all end up the same under the gravestone If I were a ghost I'd haunt you like my past. Like a prison, dark and vivid, thoughts you can't shake off I'd choose my timing in the middle of the night Shadows dancing, echoes laughing, scratches on the wall But I'm not a ghost I'm just a man haunted from inside It stays hidden, this mask it lives in deceiving all the time This darkness in me gotta bring it to the light Feeling deranged, I dig for some change in the hole that is my life So, I got issues and you can't tell me you don't We all end up the same under the gravestone I really wish you, wish you could tell me I don't We all end up the same under the gravestone Oh, under the gravestone Under the gravestone So, I got issues and you can't tell me you don't We all end up the same under the gravestone I really wish you, wish you could tell me I don't We all end up the same under the gravestone