Advice to a Skinny Dipper

We all have our demons, and we all have our hopes, 
we all hang alone, our necks wrapped in ropes.
We all find the ways 
deep into graves and nothing behaves 
clean so there's soap. 

We all know the jots and we all see the tittles 
and we all dream something wrong just a bit'll

We all have our demons, and all have our death
we all stand together as we suck our last breath
We all lose our ways
high into heaven and nothing behaves
dear, please not yet

We all know the notes and wall see the words
and we all sleep alone just so we are heard

We all have our demons, and we all have our hands
We all pray together, but we don't understand
We all find the ways
besides our cold graves and nothing behaves
clean like we planned.

We all know the colors and we all hear the songs
and we all dream of nothing, because we're all wrong.