I need a remedy of diesel and dust
Something I can taste whith a fix I can trust
Another high, more potent than lust
Eating and repeating
Like the workings of rust and time
I woke to the sound and the rhythm of rain
Dancing down on the window pane
Comatose. Eyes half closed
Arms wrapped up with the wounds all sewn
I froze from head to toe
Clenched the jaw
Then felt my body roll over slow
I must live to know that healing takes some time
So no regrets, and no looking back to sinking ships
I'll strip the gauze for a rational self-analysis
"I'm down. Cut and bound
Counting scars, and counting blessings loud."
So loud
I must live to know that time alone is always
Healing as long as there's bleeding
No regrets, or falling fits
I'll strip the gauze and bleed it
There's no worry
It's only simple therapy