Lyrics Handbook for the Recently Deceased - Coletta

Handbook for the Recently Deceased

Out!
Shut the door, take your papers and knapsack
Justify the act of pushing back the one you said lost track
Of mind and time, my own sublime
How could I even lack?
The tick tock clock clucks twelve
I think it’s time you’d pack
So love really goes where money grows?
Just one more toll through the rabbit hole
What’s next?
The exes always cheat me
Have fun, play dumb, and then delete me
I know it’s hard for you to feel pain
So long as some chum can seep a silk stain
All I wanted was you to see through the rough patch
Detach, dispatch, we’re just a mismatch
Time to boil and brew up a troubled batch of chakra souls
Call and crawl again, maybe we’re not eternal
Well my heart’s bent on holding on but
Time’s cut!
Drink up!
Tell me there’s no one else
Melting down our bookshelves
Go look for your next host body baby
Forcing sketches in my roaring
Mind my mind’s eye
I’ll make you wish you’d never done me shady
Paint it, call it faded, tainted with deja vu
No, the edges stay forever etched wrong
These blotched cold colors could never belong
Stained brain, so plain.
What feels unreal?
The entertained
Can’t handle when I feel disdain
Pity plaint, pelt the paints.
There goes my future down the drain
I only feel high and aspired with my little married Jane
So tell me while I waste away in front of my computer
That what I’m doing now can fix or flop my future
Cherchez la femme who owns the love that I’ve locked in
Sometimes it’s so hard to get so far, scratching scars
'Cause I’m always left in space to suspend
Spend most my time worried I’m not a mastermind
Dreaming is all that I have left, but I guess I won’t find out till I push to
transcend
Call and crawl again, maybe we’re not eternal
Well my heart’s bent on holding on but
Time’s cut!
Drink up!
Tell me there’s no one else
Melting down our bookshelves
Go look for your next host body baby
Forcing sketches in my roaring
Mind my mind’s eye
I’ll make you wish you’d never done me shady
Paint it, call it faded, tainted with deja vu
What’s next?
The exes always cheat me
Have fun, play dumb, and then delete me
I know it’s hard for you to feel pain
So long as some chum can seep a silk stain
All I wanted was you to see through the rough patch
Detach, dispatch, we’re just a mismatch
Time to boil and brew up a troubled batch of chakra souls
Quick, sip the tea, take a seat and we’ll show you;
Life and death, your prophecy, and hullabaloo up some voodoo
As the television slips, slimes, and sets underneath me;
I check my pulse while my brain convulses just to see if I’m breathing