I need good news I'm begging you Bring me good, good news I'm begging you See it's the nothingness that kills The same food for all three meals It's the motions of staying still It's my breaking will on the breaking wheel I need good news I'm begging you Bring me good, good news I'm begging you In the aftermath of grief Lies a lonely in between Of where I've been And where I'll never be And so with little concern for heaven And less for hell It's that place in the middle Where most days I find myself Blowing smoke out on the porch In early march With too much time to kill And nothing fills And nothing will I need good news I'm begging you Bring me good, good news I'm begging you In the aftermath of grief Lies a lonely version of me Not who I've been Nor who I've yet to be