Best Wishes

My friend, this place is a pit It's dark and it's quiet, and safe and full of best wishes But, God, it'll hurt, like a sucker punch straight to the head To the heart, to the stomach; every single fucking time you fall in It'll hit you hard and all at once, like a slow rush of traffic and blood You'll know exactly when it's coming, but somehow never expect it But you are welcome, my friend This place is a ditch, it's a depression with purpose And maybe you can see the surface, but if you leave you'll be seen a damaged wreck It's overgrown and largely ignored, when you walk watch your step Or you might trip and break your neck and won't be found 'til Christmas Why don't you crawl in for a bit, Rabbit of Sham, come and sit You'll see my manners are pure, though my faith may be flagitious But you are more than welcome, my friend This place is trench, it's narrow and winding, eroding and binding You can't run long-distance, but can do a hundred breathless sprints to the end Just keep your eyes down and you'll be protected, it's deep and defensive But still I'd wear a helmet, cause you might wanna shoot yourself in the head This place is a pit, it's a ditch, it's a trench It is what it is - heavy This place is cold and dead, but you are most welcome, my friend Best wishes, Loneliness Every single fucking time you fall in