Walls of pine
2x4s surround me
Stifling heat begins to grow
listening to Jack White telling me things I need to know

Oil stains on the floor
reminiscent of black blood
waiting for the next day
when your messages will be enough

Seen through a haze the pills create
only highlight in my work day is your words
restraining myself from saying what I feel
I can’t explain how your “goodnight” burns

And you’re giving me all you can
you don’t know that I am a dying man
you can’t see me as I sink into the dark
you’ve given me all you can but I want your heart

I think I’m falling in love
so incredibly frustrating
and it’s so goddamn new
you’ve given all you can,
the best of you

and I’m coming for the rest