| Tonight I’m posed and popping like a peacock
|
| I’m pressing flesh, I’m smiling big, my spinning head sings «Stop, just stop»
|
| Cause what used to calm me down
|
| Just rips my life to ribbons now
|
| So I keep smiling, I find my window and quick cut out
|
| These days my hangman’s hunger makes my gut kick
|
| My sleeping mind, could map it blind
|
| A flask, a key, a bag, a fifth
|
| I try to will myself away
|
| While shouting habits plead their case
|
| So when the sun sears through my eyes
|
| My beggar’s brain can’t compromise
|
| I splash cold water, I draw the curtains, I stay inside
|
| And I can’t say that it’s a sickness, more like a stranger I ask in And later realize, was a strangler
|
| Slipping nooses in my den
|
| But I was lonely so I asked him, «Would you tie that one on me?»
|
| It wasn’t his fault, I was eager, and I was weak
|
| So as I inch towards resolution
|
| Yea I’m not sure which life feels right
|
| A narrow noose or the wading water
|
| The hanging head, sore open eyes
|
| I know my brother he went one way
|
| And at the fork I heard him say
|
| «Don't you follow, don’t go making my mistakes»
|
| And I realized what he meant
|
| Don’t kill yourself to raise the dead
|
| It never works you’ll only end up joining them |