Third Life Crisis

Oh my God
When is this going to stop
Sip the salt from my eyes
Grip the blood from my flesh

Stop the red flashing lights
Holding on to thin lines
I’ll try not to be seen
But my words shoot to kill

Never thought this was love
Trying not to be hurt
Never lift a finger
But lift voices from under

Coats are calling your name
Garbage just thrown away

You were never to hear
That these wounds never do
Disappear in the woods