I Die Slow

There’s a wound that never heals
And it never grows closed
Forced to scratch until it bleeds
Dripping everywhere I go

I die slow, I die slow
I die slow, I die slow

A bad laugh takes the fun out of it all
It’s broken and it’s lingering and raw
And if you look close it comes out trouble
I hang it over my head
Or hide it under my thought
I bring it everywhere
Still I don’t know where it came from, but

I die slow, I die slow
I die slow, I die slow