feel like shit.

I feel like im getting sick,

Like the dog outside my window.

The black birds greet me half past 12.

The melody inside me is stuck.

I keep hearing it, I keep seeing it

But it’s stuck.

The butterflies come to the show

With their colors and their vibes.

I can see your wife, she is dead

In my arms and I don’t know why.

Will you come to help her?

Will you be able to wash away the tears?

Will you release her soul into this Earth?

Don’t know where my toes go.

And I don’t want to know your middle name.

I just don’t care anymore.