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Mar 2012
I had a brother once
He drowned in a bathtub
before he ever learned how to talk
and I don't know what his name was, but my mother does
I heard her say it once

Padriac, my prince
I have all but died from the sheer weight of my shame
You cried but no one came
And the water filled your tiny lungs
Appear, my dear, and cry for me
It was six years ago today
That we laid you in your grave
Your sweet young skin was shining then too

And so tonight to celebrate I will poison myself
Another coughing, shaking fit in the bathroom
that is spinning

And I close the door and rest my head on the tile floor
Sickness and sleep turning me cold
I am still not sure
Is there some better place I could be heading towards?
where the selfishly sick and self-absorbed
are welcome

I saw the future once, I was drunk in a phone booth
My eyes were wet and red but I could not tell what was said
And through the screams of traffic
voices carried saying, "I am sorry."
On a day so gray it's black inside
Watching churches on TV
In a coma you don't dream
You just hope that someone sits with you
Babies turn blue when they are ignored
like the sky on summer days
Before you turn and walk away, it has changed you

So tonight to compensate, I will, I will poison myself
Another coughing, shaking fit in a bathroom
that is spinning
Conor Oberst
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