Troubled Coast It's Not Good For You
You were gone, I was all alone so I lit a match and i torched your room. It was late, you slept on my chest so I tore your robe and I broke your crown. And in that moment we both felt life slip away, grace losing strength, but so alive. What’d you mean when you said to me, “it’s not good for you” and then closed your eyes. You fell into sleep, you fell further from, you fell further towards coherency. Is the night for dreams, for the corpse bird’s hymn, for the song that sing to me. Though once you sang a beautiful song. It was late, we were on the train so we shared a seat and we shared a drink. You read to me, we philosophized about how the modern age and an undue war.
