Coughing inside your coffin like at the bottom of the sea

Onside you're breathing too numb for asking

So i will leave it outside your door

Warning the threat of morning that just extends you another day

Some lights were shining not much for seeing but you'll be leaving the way you came

Shot shooting

Shot shot

Shot shooting yourself again for what

To taste all the waste

Flare flakes a flower

A burnt-out shower

No one can see you were needing

Too shy for asking

So I will leave it

Outside your door

Pulse stalls uncut

But clotted when you had thought it would force a flow

Some lights were shining

Not much for seeing but you believe in the way you came

Shot shooting

Shot shot

Shot shooting yourself again for what

To taste all the waste

Shot shooting

Shot shot

Shot shooting yourself again for what

To taste all the waste