Empty jars, broke down car.. Just living day to day. Just like bars, the ashes are scattered across the way. Slowly falling down, down, down.. Wondering about a way out. Calling now, now, now. Another loan, ignore the phone. Another hole in the ground. You dig, you dig, you dig too deep and noone lends a hand cuz you are just out of reach. Nobody understands You dig, you dig, you dig away until theres dirt in your hair and mud on your face. You feel so out of place when you dig, dig away.. Sure I guess you could say we all make the beds that we lay. Sure I guess you could say we all make the beds in which we lay. Collab with Jamie Attwood @jamieattwood