Digging My Hole - Paul Otten

I’m friends with addiction, always steals all my hope

I starve for attention but I’m eating alone

I crave the affection that leaves broken bones

whoa, whoa, whoa, ahh-ahh

Further down I’m digging my hole

Further down I’m digging my hole

The sirens are howling

The bridges they burn

The devil is driving my ship through this storm

My days are wasted

My nights all a blur

whoa, whoa, whoa, ahh-ahh

Further down I’m digging my hole

Further down I’m digging my hole

Further down I’m digging my hole

Whoa-ahh