And Everything

I'm not that brave though I know that you're going away I'm not okay though I won't let go of you Hey now Kick you while you're still down Silence that is so loud Permeates the room It's almost over Hair-shirt Hits you where it hurts Oh how can this be worse Just stick around and see It's almost over Hit the bottom with nowhere to go We got five good years Guess the monster was slowed down Shot the hours like pigeons of clay And now all the little shards Are headed our way Hit the bottom with nothing but shame We got five good years Now the chaos will reign Hit the hours like nails on the head Until everything you love Is a corpse in a bed