girls who have lost someone
seem to flock to me like seagulls
the deaths in their lives grow within them
and then they attach themselves to me
i was born a healer and it will never go away
a gift and a curse but i'm leaning toward the latter
these days i breathe easy but my lungs still ache
from all the cigarettes i've been killing by the lake

jill's father's heart stopped on him just last December
and brianna's ex went through the windshield in August
now i know i'm just a faintly burning, ******* ember
but this concoction of pain and lust has become a must