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lyrics
I’m depressed ‘cause I will go to hell. Or maybe nowhere, depends on who you ask, but there’s nothing there for me.
Salt the room; coat it with sucrose. Play it straight, I’ll say it, I am not old. I’m just a little bit broken. To assume it’s nothing to most of my friends who age with grace, I can’t maintain. Polish the frame. Just a little bit broken.
A little bit broken, my clock, it loses time between the dots. The screw that holds my hand together gets brittle. Caught up with numbers a lot, twelve wicked candles for a buck. It’s all I’ve got to keep these joints warm through the winter.
Tonight the air feels empty, a lull. The fire feeds into my face. December nights here pass without a sound. I listen for the sound of your voice on an old cassette, your words magnetic but dull.