Blueline Medic - From the Loft lyrics

rate me

Look at me here.

I must be dying.

It’s as though both kinds of consumption have slowed me.

Still, it almost could be blissful here in this heat.

Here in this heat.

That child, of a morning.

For no good reason screams.

And just when the trains had ceased to bother me.

Just let me lie - oh, God, a few more moments.

Look at them here.

They’re not even trying.

Does every kind of cretin have to pretend that I’m breathing?

Oh, the introductions.

The making light of a heavy silence.

And without any sharp cutlery.

Onward pen.

You ruinous.

You wretched thing.

I keep doing these drafts over and over again.

Who would love me for my dying?

Who would listen?

At least I don’t lie.

Not for you, I wouldn’t.