Coughing inside your coffin like at the bottom of the sea    Onside you're breathing too numb for asking so i will leave it outside your door    Warning the threat of morning that just extends you another day    Some lights were shining not much for seeing but you'll be leaving the way you came    Shot shooting    Shot shot    Shot shooting yourself again for what    To taste all the waste    Flare flakes a flower a burnt-out shower no one can see you were needing too shy for asking    So I will leave it outside your door pulse stalls uncut    But clotted when you had thought it would force a flow    Some lights were shining    Not much for seeing but you believe in the way you came