Feel Like Death

Feel Like Death

There she goes
Rice-paper ego
There are no frames in the gallery
She’s got me on rumors
With no eyewitnesses
She’s got me by my feeble will to resist
When you say – something that slips between my ribs
And I just let it

I’m not still in love with you
But you feel like home - with a tinge of regret
I’m not still in love with you
But you feel like home
You feel like home when you don’t… feel like death

Have you seen her?
Man, why you got to play me like that?
Has the town crier given back your ears?
She’s got me in sound bites
Chewed up out of context
She’s got me by my anxious will to object
When you say – and this is how you’ll be remembered
I just can’t forget it

I’m not still in love with you
But you feel like home - with a tinge of regret
I’m not still in love with you
But you feel like home
You feel like home when you don’t… feel like death
Feel like death
Feel like death
Feel like death

There she goes
An albino Alamo Joe
She calls all of her victories defeats
Still got me in her cross-hairs
But that’s the safest place to be
You’re fucked when she comes in on memories
(Could sucker punch a Houdini)
You just say – something that slips between my ribs
And I always let it

Cause I’m not still in love with you
But you feel like home - with a tinge of regret
I’m not still in love with you
But you feel like home
You feel like home when you don’t… feel like death

And I know
I make you feel like death
Feel like death
Feel like death
Feel like death


November 19, 2016