The stories I live
All seem to end with a giant yellow sign
With bold black letters screaming "DEAD END"
DEAD END.
Dead End.
dead end.
I'm elbow deep in dust and bones of friends and lovers
Who've left me alone
It's so ****** up that she doesn't seem to care.
In my weakest moments
I place my hand on my heart.
And even though I feel it beating,
My head tells me it's falling apart.