EMT’s, and a body wrapped in sheets.
I caught your scent, I’m drinking to forget.
I’m down to my last cigarette.
I guess, I’m spending Christmas all alone again,
And, heaven, help me, I won’t sleep till morning’s end,
Yet when the hangovers ensue,
Then it almost feels like I’m comfortable without you.
Primates, speaking in tongues.
Their hearts break.
My heart leaks.
Crohn’s disease and crow’s feet,
I age, I frown.
Pockets full of pills and posies
All fall down.
I can’t figure out why I’m still sleeping on the couch.
This empty tomb used to be our room.
Your heart stopped,
Their hearts were props you dropped when you were still a juggler
Now a petrified life, you’re a monument to anger,
Well, you wanna be a riddle, but you don’t have a clue,
And it almost feels like I’m comfortable without you.
Primates, speaking in tongues.
Their hearts break.
My heart leaks.
Crohn’s disease and crow’s feet,
I age, I frown.
Pockets full of pills and posies
All fall down.
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