You're Gone

I was mislead,
Fucked up in the head.
I thought you were mine,
You were so fine.
But I was wrong,
Turns out you were long gone.

So I wait for the day,
When I get to say,
That you're mine.
But I find myself,
Buried under a shelf.
I fear the worst will come,
Our relationships done.

The shelf that holds me down,
Holds pound by pound,
All of my troubles on it.
All of the shit,
That has fucked me up.
It keeps me buried,
Always hurried,
To get out of the way,
Of what my voices say.

So I wait for the day,
When I get to say,
That you're mine.
But I find myself,
Buried under a shelf.
The worst will come,
Our relationship's done.

I feel so close to death,
Since the day you left.
I've been stuck in a hole,
Marked by a pole.
A pole with a sign,
Etched with a line.

So I wait for the day,
When I get to say,
That you're mine.
Bit I find myself,
Buried under a shelf.
The worst has come,
Our relationship done.
And you're gone!
You're gone!
You're ... gone.