The day gathers in the corner of my mouth
High or dead
It changed my life
This is the same room
No side clip piece eclipse at the back of my throat
I shot Alice
Cemented her
Into the corners of this house
This dream
This mouth
High or dead
She changed my life
She stumbles tumbles trips
Holding her head
Right into my arms
I made her stay
I need need needed her
I can manufacture a secret they will want to steal
I will never give her up this up us up
I choose this
The same room
A million lacklustre dreams swept under powder covers
I hike her little blue dress
Wipe the tears spilling down her cheek with the dirty white frills
Honor her
Absolve her
Love her
I ask for nothing more
The day gathers in the corner of my mouth
High or dead
I changed my life.
