I used to think you could find love at the bottom of a bottle
So night after night I swam the sea of spirits
So deranged by the last drop that I couldn't remember my own name
The emptiness lived on
It grew like texas wild flowers
Soaked nightly by the miracle of rain, the plight of tears, the taste of blood in my mouth
As my teeth slowly fell out
Morbid decorations for the garden
We once made with our love