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