3am QVC Shopping Spree Hangover

Limp lines resign, limp lines resign
Limp lines resign themselves to margins
Like a drunken vampire, I miss the sun
I killed this summer, now it’s done
Let’s split and reconvene in a warmer space
I’m scratching my head, turning nights to days
Don’t talk to me about boredom
Don’t talk to me about pride
I sucked it all up, I swallowed it down
And it’s fine
Gangrene hangs on every word
Bullshit endings to stories unheard
It’s unheard of to me to not fathom doom
So what did you find in my emperor’s tomb?
Some notebooks, some t-shirts, some bad spelling errors
Strangled syntax, broken bottles, and chairs
This here is my legacy, I leave all of this to thee
This here is my legacy, I leave all of this to thee
Don’t talk to me about boredom
Don’t talk to me about pride
I sucked it all up, I swallowed it down
And it’s fine
Drink at the funeral, piss on the corpse
Yell at the sun until your voice is all hoarse
I’m gone, this is goodbye
I’m gone, this is goodbye
I’m gone, this is goodbye
Dead as a dream beneath the gray Chicago sky