Ah, this is the taste of champions
Inhaling cigarette smoke
Over a thin, delicate film
Of mucus and blood

Grinning and paralysed
Lying on an unmade bed
Domestically set for two
Left for one, left cold and alone

The sting of coffee shudders and shakes
Brings me back, back here, back home
This place where I never really left
But I never really want to fully face

Mirrors have always shone in the darkness for me
As examples of what could have been, and now, my bleakness
Sway side to side, this opus and requiem
Wasted notes, wasted eulogy, wasted time