Bloodclot

I'm doing
Crude surgery on myself
Dental floss, a pocket knife
Hydrogen peroxide, q-tips way after midnight
It's so sore and no pills to fight the pain
And it's this way
For a reason
Can't sleep but what's new
If I dream I won't remember what's it to you
You'll find me rummaging
Through your medicine cabinet
For a dose of something
Or a colored tablet
It don't matter
Nothing could make this stop
Antibiotics can't blood this clot

I'm feelin'
A bit queasy
I should take it easy
Lost a bit of blood but it's okay
I can still see
Doubles of everything
I let the pain bring
A little bit of life that was left in a bin
To be forgotten
All of my insides are rotten
I feel as if my whole world has been caught in
A butterfly net
And you have the handle
Another finger that got burnt by your candle

I made a mess and I can't confess
That I loved you so bad I had to
Broadcast a test
Over your local airwaves
I've been lost for days
I only made it back home because
You got what I crave
And through the sandstorm
I can still see your smile
But I don't know how many bones
Make up the pile
I'm gonna eat you alive
If there's a queen in your hive
You got a hold of my stick shift
Take my sex for a drive

How quickly this flips from pricks to dicks
And I wanted you to take it off
And show me your hips
It's mixed
Feelings and confusing lips
You died in my arms and your wings I clip I
Never wanted you to get away
Placed my bets and played the game
If I could accomplish just one thing I'd
Mute the world and help you sing with me
I'd mute the world and help you sing with me