Death on tax day

I sent you a letter, i'm sticking to my side
Though i my feel better if that side of me died
And every poet pats himself on the back
You know i'm no type of prophet
I'm slipping throuh the cracks
And mabey some day i'll bounce back
Today is someday and that's a fact

I woke inside of a coffin
I didn't catch the sting
It happens all too often
When the alarm clock rings
No i swear i didn't feel the sting
When the green men march they'll shoot at anything

I turn to myself, myself turns to my fear
My fear is turning to myself and seeing nothing here
I turn to my lover, my loves without a care
How can my lover turn to me when i am barely there
I turn to my idols, my idols up and died
They gave me a false hope to seek, a hope that ends in lies
I turn to you, are you my only friend
You give to me and take away and it just might be my end
I feel alright