sun goes down on a sorry day
music crawls under my ache
blue smoke fills all dull taverns
waiting for some old crooks
to spill beer and blood.
I’m worse, than I’ve ever been;
you make me forget, the shape I’m in
my beautiful angel are you proud?
dirt covered illusions in a rusting heart
you have to pull me out of this mud
hands down on a floor full of smithers
bit my tongue, to your copper taste
I’d die smashed in your arms tonight
your sweetness’ feels right
your eyes poised and ready
to finish me off with a bitter laugh