Coughing
Inside your coffin
Like at the bottom
Of the sea

Inside you're breathing
Too numb for asking
So I will leave it
Outside your door

Warning
The threat of morning
That just extends you
Another day

Some lights were shining
Not much for seeing
But you'll be leaving
The way you came

Shot shooting
Shot shot
Shot shooting yourself again for what?
To taste all the waste

Shot shooting
Shot shot
Shot shooting yourself again for what?
To taste all the waste
Flare
Flare flakes a flower
A burnt-out shower
No one can see

You were needing
Too shy for asking
So I will leave it
Outside your door

Pulse stalls
Uncut but clotted
When you had thought it
Would force a flow

Some lights were shining
Not much for seeing
But you believe in
The way you came

Shot shooting
Shot shot
Shot shooting yourself again for what?
To taste all the waste

Shot shooting
Shot shot
Shot shooting yourself again for what?
To taste all the waste