flowers grave

A sniff, down the hallway
Whispered apologises
Dead dogs litter this new house
Two in one year just isnt fair
Watching strong hands shake as a warm body goes cold
Contain the mess
The mess
The
Mess

Like a ghost I can still hear you throughout these halls

Tip toe around a sheet sleeping inside a cardboard box
Dont wake the dead

Laugh at your own joke
Be disgusted by your own sense of humor
Rinse
Repeat

Open windows lets the smell of old rain in
Wrapping me in a chill
Trying to forget I still know what formaldehyde smells like

A handful of zanax and cheap beers I'll try to fall asleep
Try not to dream of you
Try not to dream at all