Grinding Teeth - Basilica

I died years ago before you met me

Drowned in promises and guarantees

A rancid birth, a fucked up choice

Be with me my only voice

Never got to know her

Never knew the truth

And on the day she died

I did too

Empty thoughts rot

Help me fall

Empty thoughts

Help me fall

Asleep

Telephone poles, broken glass

Hospitals, accidents

Waiting

Grinding teeth

I died years ago

Drowned in promises

A rancid choice

Be with me my only voice