Find it of use
I’ll find it a noose
Cry at the news
Like it’s the moon
A bad dream
I’m told so
Bury your cloudy head
Don’t listen to what I have said
Pay no mind, no
Birds pecking at the roof
Whisper neither lie nor truth
Get better, better
Ten more long breaths
Line your in-steps, make sure to make love
It's better, better
Get the car keys
Although you know it might just kill you