hole

So if the sky is raining blood,
Could you tell me how to cope with that?
And if I could avoid the flood,
Can you teach me how to hope for that?
Because more floors are made of glass
Than I thought five months ago
I can't even be caught up with the past
When the present's a bottomless hole
My heart in my stomach
My stomach in my head
My dreams in the trash
My nightmares in my bed
All of this time,
I know that You've kept her
But how much can we take
In just one semester?