Your song is graceless
At length, I'm losing grip
Cough blood up in the stranglehold of all we love
Because at best, I'll slip

It never works that way
A beating migraine
I'll show myself out
You're a bullet in, a bullet in my
You're a bullet in, a bullet in my brain

No salutations, 1948
From the top now
I materialize, deteriorate
I materialize, deteriorate
I materialize, deterior- I disappear

Caution to the wind
With smoke and caffeine spins
Therе's sirens circling my youth
The mess I'm wading in with trauma sеttling
Are we settling?
Are we settling?

Tacked up funeral cards
The deafening silence of the room that you...
That you died in
Catholic girls and books of matches burn
I felt my stomach start to sink in
Like suffocating
Suffocating
No use fighting it now