Head to the Ground - Neck Deep
Can’t control myself, I do this every time. It’s such a fatal flaw of mine. Such a fatal flaw.
But I hope that you feel the same, and I hope we can both adjust to the pace of this.
Maybe we’ll be okay.
Maybe you’ll stop me from digging my own fucking grave.
And I hope I don’t drag you down ‘cause I’m starting to feel alright thanks to you. And I hope this can all work out ‘cause I feel like myself when I’m running my head to the ground.