I welcome the numbing salve, with open arms. Harps play in the distance, but I hear my tears hitting cymbols like tin roofs. I'll roast my heart, In a pit of stone. I knew you'd be back, coming back for more. Would you like the marrow, or my back bone. String out my veins, or make necklaces out of my brains. Radiohead, won't get out of my head. Beds & beds, unkept unconditional. What the hell. NyQuil solitude, two or three or four or five teaspoons. Later maybe I'll swim until I drown. Mid Atlantic breeze.