I pretend these lights are on for free   I clean up for rewards   I share the parts of myself that taste good   and hide the rot   I nibble on alone in times like these   I want you to bury me   to make you live to say   and every inch is one more flaming lung   My laugh, fall, or the road      Sleep is the best drug   I saw my Moon   That and wishing she was on Mars   Anything but saying she wished she was   dead   I remember wonder what was the   difference to people left around   Messes not picked up   Infections let to green      I laugh, follow the road