Coughing inside your coffin like at the bottom of the sea
  Onside you're breathing too numb for asking so i will leave it outside your door
  Warning the threat of morning that just extends you another day
  Some lights were shining not much for seeing but you'll be leaving the way you came
  Shot shooting
  Shot shot
  Shot shooting yourself again for what
  To taste all the waste
  Flare flakes a flower a burnt-out shower no one can see you were needing too shy for asking
  So I will leave it outside your door pulse stalls uncut
  But clotted when you had thought it would force a flow
  Some lights were shining
  Not much for seeing but you believe in the way you came