New Soak for an Empty Pocket - Head Wound City

New soak!

hot bed!

empty pocket!

There’s a ghost in the medicine cabinet

There’s a cold bath crawling through my blankets

Blue envelopes keep sealing shut

Send me back

Organs so pissed, yeah, they won’t stop complaining

Send them back

Pores full of flood, sweat the sick from the blood

Send me back