I need a remedy of diesel and dust

Something I can taste with the things I can trust

Another high, more potent than lust

Eating and repeating like the working of rust and time



I woke to the sound and the rhythm of rain

Dancing down on the windowpane

Comatose, eyes half-closed

Arms wrapped up with the wounds all sewn



I'm froze from head to toe

Clenched the jaw, then felt my body roll over slow

I must live to know

Healing takes some time



So no, no regrets, no looking back on sinking ships

So I'll strip the gauze for a rational self-analysis

I'm down, cut and bound

Counting scars, counting blessings loud, so loud



I must live to know that time alone is always healing

No regrets or falling fits

I'll strip the gauze and bleed it

As long as there's a bleeding