Someone Is Dead. Even The Trees Know

One Can't Build Little White Picket Fences To Keep Nightmares Out.

I've Grown Tired Of Love You Are The Trouble With Me I Watch You Walk Right By

Despite My Asbestos Gloves, The Cough Is Filling Me With Black, And A Red Powder Seeps Through My Veins.

My Heart Is On A Budget. It Keeps Me On The Brink.

I Love You. You Are Closest To My Heart, Closer Than Any Other Human Being. You Are My Extension. You Are My Prayer. You Are My Belief In God. For Better Or Worse You Inherit Me.