You are out in harsh weather
braving the cold
And I am home
rapped in warm blankets
While the walls melt and
drip like wax
I think there’s a fire
I can smell smoke
But the wall is dripping onto my face
and nothing has ever felt so good
My apologizes for the disarray
I can’t seem to get myself out of bed
and I’m afraid I’ve lost my head
in wax
Come find me in the morning
after I’ve passed
and promise to hang my skeleton up
like a Christmas decoration