Deck Wine

Today broke my balance worse than before
My guts are out, they're crawling on the floor
Give them some help, they're tired and poor

And I can't break what's more than habit
But second nature, it's not my outfit, just how I live

These hospital rooms knew us
Better than we knew ourselves
Summer death, some are dead
Watching from the bookshelves

The town faded when the smoke quit movin'
Lonely shapes who needed more than big things
It's autumn now so please forget me

Let me explode, become minimal and disappear
It got so pointless looking for family when no one's here
There's nothing else left to believe
Not even my TV screen
You caught me alone, with tired homes, and withered
Neighbors always getting younger
Dying off, waiting for winter