Increase the dose diminish the high
A smile is a pipe dream
Suffering aged like wine
Aged like wine

Coughing up blood
With my mind on fire
Juggling switchblades on a high
Tension wire

I don't have any scars
Only dormant wounds
That crack like fault lines

I only have
Five thoughts anymore
And four of them
Are of you

Body bursts and leaks
Like a trash bag
Into the gutter
And the grave

And the grave