She calls
I'm so sorry
For all these thoughts
Up in my head
On sex and death and suicide
Pour from this book
That I just read
I'm chewing
On my knees and ankles
Heads up in a #cloud of smoke
My baby
Gives me a silence
Thick enough
We could choke

She calls
I'm so sorry
For all these thoughts
Up in my head
On sex and death and suicide
Pour from this book
That I just read
I'm chewing
On my knees and ankles
Heads up in a #cloud of smoke
My baby
Gives me a silence
Thick enough
We could choke