Don't know what I'm doing anymore
Don't know who's there for me
Don't know who's gonna be there
When the door closes
I don't
I don't
I don't
I don't
Know how I made this bed
But I just can't sleep
My uneven bones
Grind and sand my teeth, and I
Feel
A box-spring reminder
Of your
Lack of attendance
Where'd you go?
All the nights you weren't here?
Where'd you go?
All the places that I feared?
And did I make the cut?
Did I? (tell me)
Well did I make the cut?
Cut.