I Need A Hole

burry me in tattered clothes
beneath an cherry tree
let the blossoms blow, their pollen onto me
roots penetrate my melting bones
at least I'll feel connected to something

there's nothing special in the world
there's no fantasy, for me

I need a hole to burry
all the things I thought were me
I need a hole to lay
burnt branches of my wishing tree

scald me with new certainty
cold realization sting
crush my inner-child, with harsh reality
but burn my memories from me
at the least I'll have eyes that see with clarity

there's nothing special in the worldthere's no fantasy, for me

I need a hole to burry
all the things I thought were me
I need a hole to lay
burnt branches of my wishing tree