Wake up at 6 am
Press snooze and go to bed
And I'll be dead until tomorrow morning
Don't feel sorry for me, darling
Don't feel sorry for me, darling
One-sided recollection
Tucker Carlson Impression
Poked out my eye and dimmed the lights
I saw perfection
Don't feel sorry for me
Don't feel sorry for me, darling
You ask me 'bout my mind
And I've been doing fine without you
Can't get you off my mind
And I've been doing time without you
Put one foot before the other
Twist my legs and ankles farther
This Body's an adhesive
Relax my muscles as they weaken
I feel sorry for you
I feel sorry for you, darling
The calories from Captain
They fuel my run to Athens
And the money meant for food
Is spent on cigarettes and clearer booze
I'll polish off this bottle
Then I'll polish off my thoughts
Contriving words in special orders
Contrasting souvenirs and cuts from consolations
I am stitching up lacerations
I am hanging on so dearly to those moments of salvation
And I think I start to like the thought that I don't quite hate myself
When you aren't grasping my wrist begging me stop hitting yourself
And the taste of blood's familiar, it tastes like you inside my mouth
It is warm against my chin and it leaves stains upon the ground
Hasty resolutions, skills I never thought I had
Like walking backwards quickly and covering my tracks
Sometimes I still feel you on my fingertips
I can feel the sweat fall off my skin
I can feel the morning light creep in
Your skin's like fire, darling
Your skin's like fire, darling
