Bled Out from Letters Home by Defeater

I feel the distance in your letters sent
I left my family for the trenches
You've got me worried about leaving
You've got your needle, I've got my demons

You've got me homesick, I feel me slipping
I feel the cold hand of death is creeping
He took my brother to the ocean floor
I beg but death don't come, that fucking coward

I'd give my life for his, what could I have done differently?
Bled out and failed him, he never would have done that to me

Let me keep sinking
Let me keep drowning
I am no one
I am nothing

I feel the distance
I am desperate
Got me homesick
I am hopeless

And all I see is that bastard in me

• Boston