Twenty-Three

Then you took my hand, said «Are you alright now?»
I can’t see what’s right in front of me
Is it in my head? Am I breathing?
I can’t feel my face, can’t feel my feet
I can feel your breath with your arm around me
You said «My best friend, he died at 23
Do you understand? Take it easy
You’ll be fine talking in your sleep»
Tattoos will cover up
Your actions still say so
Make moves and cover up
My body still says no
Man, I’m a witness
Going home, stumbling in the street
Seeing things, I can’t remember
I can’t feel my face, can’t feel my feet
What the fuck was in that shit you gave me
Familiar places and strangers faces changing
In the back room of the bar
Tattoos will cover up
Your actions still say so
Tattoos will cover up
Your actions still say so
Your actions say
Make moves and cover up
My body still says no
Take care
Tattooed and covered up
I can’t see what’s right in front of me