I can see it in your eyes
Unfocused and half closed
The wrinkle in your smile says
You wouldn’t have supposed
That anyone could figure out
Just how wrong it went
You think that you’re deceiving us
That we’re all off your scent
Clearly in your ragged breath
And lackluster take on life
A sickened song of sorrow tells
A Tale of Wasted Life
Somber self-inflicted self sufficiency
Is slipping through the cracks
You’re nodding off in public
And you’re more than just relaxed
Taste the guilt, swallow the shame
As it drips into your throat
Before you smother soul to death
Be sure to write a note
To tell us how we all have failed
There’s nothing we could do
To say I know you loved me but, well,
Fuck you.