My hair is so full of debris
My beard is becoming a monument to better times
There's a little devil on my shoulder, and a damp cigarette in my lip
There's a glass of stale water on my dresser I've been staring at for days
I'm still recovering from your explosion

I can't get in reach of my arms and legs
My mind has deteriorated from the entropy
I'm so angry all the time that the muscles on my forehead have distinguished the letter V
You were a black diamond that I crashed on
And now I'm trutting down the mountain in broken skis

Where were you when I believed
You opened the door for yourself and then you receded
You were my lover, but now you're a stubborn little dead girl I seeded
I replaced you with medication I write your name over and over in my head as I bleed
You were the only one who could ever relieve me of this pain and you left me with that need