I Can't Dig It

Yeah, I can't dig it

Find a way to mess it up

I can throw away my time

With some lacking love

You can't cure the hate within you

See if two can do

'Cause I can't dig it

And I'm no good for you

'Cause outside loving

I've done all that stuff

Can't afford a single taste

I've tried all the spots

Didn't even know you'd come in

We get loose with the wine

Drunk beneath the Banyan

The poor lazy kind

'Cause I can't dig it

Why do I even try?

Suffocate when dreaming

Wash away when you rise

'Cause I can't dig it

And there's no use in trying

Glory day ruin

I know you don't think or even intuit

Glory day ruin

I know you think "just kill me"

So stiffen up and do it

Bye bye loving, poor son

Hear me coming, till it's gone

Feel me sleeping, till it's done

Bye bye loving, you poor son