I'm spitting up cliche's in the toilet
Your arms have changed like Morrison
And furthermore you're so important
I'm feeling under the weather like it's snowin
And there's lines on a little mirror
That say maybe tomorrow it'll be clearer
And the image reflected will see her
But the skeletons don't want to hear
Like a tell-tale heart couldn't feed your hunger
I am a blanket now get under
Or I am the ground now get under
If you mess around in winter you won't see summer
How long will this head push up daisies?
A length of time but just maybe
An angels choir singing "Save Me"
Could bring me back like Mercury
But I have a feeling it will be like Nath
Your memories will take a bath
And I will be thrown in the trash
Once you're gone there's no coming back
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