33 - Bodies

It’s noon o' clock

And my legs are broken

And there’s bodies on the floor

And the back door’s open

Josie in the kitchen

Soft and sweet

And and we pick her flowers

From down the street

We stain these walls with our blood, our sweat, our tears

Memories are the same

A mess of two years

But I wouldn’t have it any other way

This will never be home again

This will never be home again

This will never be home again

This will never be home again

Lover’s

They came, they went

Forgot about the things

It was time well spent

I miss the drinks, the drugs, the art of love

The pathetic heart broken cunt that we become

Wasted away the nights pretending

Like the morning would never show it’s face

I left a little piece of me

A turn it up turning thirty-three

Thirty-three

This will never be home again

This will never be home again

This will never be home

This will never be home

This will never be home

This will never be home