Find it of use
I’ll find it a noose

Cry at the news
Like it’s the moon

A bad dream
I’m told so

Bury your cloudy head
Don’t listen to what I have said
Pay no mind, no
Birds pecking at the roof
Whisper neither lie nor truth

Get better, better
Ten more long breaths
Line your in-steps, make sure to make love
It's better, better
Get the car keys
Although you know it might just kill you