Dead dirt in the summer
Smoking with the backyard
Burning underneath your calloused feet

But it's armor
It keeps you safe
Like the nightlight by your bed stand
That just keeps you awake
Because it's better to see
Than to ever fall asleep
Defenselessly

But I'll let you know
When I got home
Because I know you worry
When you see the ways I could die
In your dreams
But you're in pain
And I'm alive
On your list of problems
I'm at the bottom

I'm at the bottom