If you find me
Under the surface
Lungs filled with dirt and debris
I'm waiting
Just to make you mine
I've been buried
Waiting for him
I can't stand it
It's a foreign thrill
Lost control of myself and shit I don't even mind it
Tracing other peoples life so maybe one day I'll find mine
Cause you never really know what your gonna find
Found a hole for me to live in and I lost track of time
Playing the run around, run around
I'm really sick of running around, running around
I gotta play it cool
Like there's really nothing to it
You'll always find me
Under the surface
I've been buried
Waiting for him
I can't stand it
It's a foreign thrill