Pills assorted level with my head
Tongue stuck to the tin roof of my mouth
Closing my airways finally
So that when sleeping dogs lie
Will I not cozy up to be forgotten
Aren\'t I a mutt
Or no better than this amalgamation
Get me up for the better part of my prime
Light me aflame till only the
Whites of my eyes can hurt you
Then I am just a girl
Confused and shining
Was I born to die
Or see the consequences of
Living