Just make me wanna get fucked up, shut down
Wear this answer like a crown
The ghost of personality
Stands like a statue over me
A toast to its conditioning
Foundation slowly crumbling
And age alone
Won’t be too long
Tomorrow’s too long and the feeling is gone
Face this later on or someday
Oh well
This holy thing asks too much of me
I’ve sold everything for days of well
Heartbreak and
It’s fucked up shut down
Wear this answer like a crown
It’s pessimist servility
And quiet resigned certainty
Shored by its mortality
Old age and instability to spend alone
No hell no home
She was gasping for air
And it held my stare
Self-centered aware that someday I will
Die unaware whether anyone’s there
Fed morphine and air until it makes me still
Heartbreak and
I’m fucked up shut down
The goddam faithful mill around
Thanking providence that she
Suffered years past when it seemed
Her goodness mandated her free
No love from on high did the deed
Her mind was gone
She died alone
It’s fucked all around
Got no faith to dumb it down
The ghost of personality
Still demands servility
A toast to immaturity
Good goddam instability
One wage alone
No help no home