You drank too much sorrow
choke in sleep by tomorrow
overnight we had a fight
you took your final flight.

Is there anything I can do
to fix the broken to you?
I always loved you most
you were the first ghost.

The body is buried
the life lived carried
to dumpster on a street
trash the shell's defeat.

I don't know me anymore.
Am I a monster galore or
lover's I always bought
without a second thought?

She's a spur in my saddle
  a boil on my ***
  drive 10 hours rattle
  heart attack just gas

  to any question asked
  recites her biography
  point to pain for me
  I was born by the sea

  she's stone in my shoe
  she just wants to die
  I hate to disappoint,
  just can't say goodbye.

I have reached an age
without another page
pay an obscene wage
shouting more rage
on my silent stage
death's final gauge.

I say that lie, but I care
for everyone everywhere.