My lips crack, cause my humor is dry.
So when you joke I dont laugh I sigh.
And when you choke its like a blast inside.
Yes I am soaked, its been a hell of a ride.

My lips bleed in the winter, but I still smile
And i can feel the splinter, its been under the nail for a while.
But I try not to think of things, Not the ones needing thought
My heart heart has some broken springs, but not enough to clot.

See my humors dry, Blank stares move
I dont know why, I guess nothing to lose
I laugh less lately, less than I sigh
My lips will smile, when I'll die.