Your song is graceless At length, I'm losing grip Cough blood up in the stranglehold of all we love Because at best, I'll slip It never works that way A beating migraine I'll show myself out You're a bullet in, a bullet in my You're a bullet in, a bullet in my brain No salutations, 1948 From the top now I materialize, deteriorate I materialize, deteriorate I materialize, deterior- I disappear Caution to the wind With smoke and caffeine spins There's sirens circling my youth The mess I'm wading in with trauma settling Are we settling? Are we settling? Tacked up funeral cards The deafening silence of the room that you That you died in Catholic girls and books of matches burn I felt my stomach start to sink in Like suffocating Suffocating No use fighting it now