Sick Bed

I follow you to a deep black lake
I put my foot in your shoe
And I’ll sweat it out in the grieving stage
I’ll make a meal for you
Swallow the saints while you spike the punch
And obey the master’s rules
We kiss his ring while the fat lady sings
A song just for you
Same day, sick bed
Hole in my head
Live like a legend, I buy the curse
Scratching an open wound
in the neck, making the safest bet
Barking at the full moon
your darlings call in the aisle
Burnt by a neon nurse
Pinching our cheeks til the blood vessels break
You know which way is worse