Digging' Deep [April Fool's Rave]

Laugh track in my chest Shovel in my hand I woke up with a grin holdin' double-edged pain, Told myself, “It’s harmless,” yeah, I do it all the time Dirt under my nails, California in the breeze I’m the punchline and the drummer, keeping time with my disease Step to the left, step to the right Measure the hole like it’s my last night If you hear me say I’m fine That’s just razors in my smile I’m digging my own grave on April Fools Day Dance on the edge, throw the dirt like a bouquet Call it a joke, but the joke won’t change I laugh, I drop, I rave I’m digging my own grave on April Fools Day Hands in the air while I carve my escape Stomp to the beat as I make it my stage Got me dancin' with the pain Friends in the comments like, “Yo, you’re wild, you’re brave” I’m just good at making tragedy look like a game Every scoop is a loop, every loop is a prayer Bass hit like a fault-line I’m pretending isn’t there Step to the left, step to the right Countin' mistakes in the strobe light If you hear me say I’m fine That’s just the shovel talkin' shiiiit I’m digging my own grave on April Fools Day Dance on the edge, throw the dirt like a bouquet Call it a joke, but the joke won’t change I laugh, I drop, I rave I’m digging my own grave on April Fools Day Hands in the air while I carve my escape Stomp to the beat as I make it my stage Got me dancin' with the pain I’m digging my own grave on April Fools Day Dance on the edge, throw the dirt like a bouquet Call it a joke, but the joke won’t change I laugh, I drop, I rave I’m digging my own grave on April Fools Day I’m digging my own grave on April Fools Day I never was any good at digging halfway.