Huffing Hospital Beds

Stay collapsed drinking traps on a Sunday Indian burn

Wait your turn in a line with the rest of the worms

You’ve earned it; you’re worth it, so shut up or curse it

It’s magic and tragic like cancer on an inverse magnet

Take this flaw to your grave because the birds can’t have it

 

In the end I know that our love will fade

Everything will break like a glass parade

If my heart should break I know how to sew

 

Stand in grey. Dig your grave, then beg for your pathetic life

Everyone goes in circles. The world is always turning right

Escape it all with your drugs, but you just found the back door

“Employees Only,” “Ladies’ Room,” torture chamber to explore

Modern life is a holocaust of caustic experience

 

In the end I know that our love will fade

But no hard feelings; you’ve earned what you were paid

If my heart should break, then I was just weak

Her name won’t be the vowels I speak