I keep on putting on these heavy dark coats
Like something damned and cold is coming in,
But who would've thunk about the clunk coming out,
The scrap metal that scratches my throat
On the way to a disjointed mouth.
Some take it for disbelief, some take it as meaningful
As leaves blowing off the vine to define this year's fall,
But dirt bleeds through the walls
Because the ground that I stand on is dying.
And until that day comes, I'll swallow my words,
Throwing all sorts of friendships down the well.
Kindly, fuck most everybody else.