Catch Your Death - Skittish

Leave a note?

Why even bother?

She’ll worry more the more she knows.

So she spoke in 'was' and 'once were’s,

her coping mechanisms show.

The cold embrace of the inevitable.

She turns away.

In the meanwhile you taste the drip.

When everyday is like the same day,

and every night is just a dream.

On all those really, really dim days,

the walking wounded blends in on the street.

You’ll catch your death, you keep living like this.

You clearly care none for yourself,

just please don’t leave me here alone.

Cause I know plenty of dead folk

yet to do the courtesy of holding funeral ceremonies.

The living dead.

In the meanwhile she wears black.

When everyday is like the same day,

and every night is just a dream.

On all those really, really dim days,

the walking wounded tumbles from his feet.

You’ll catch your death, you keep living like this.

Shot goes bang, orangutan drops dead,

monkey with a gun and a two gram habit,

a middle class ape just wants to be a man.

Crimson blooms across a white tissue,

meeting down Cedar in a seedy bathroom,

no, no, no we can’t do that again…

When everyday is like the same day,

and every night is just a dream.

On all those really, really dim days,

the walking wounded rises to his feet.

In the evening…

Be careful in casting out your demons,

lest you cast out the best thing in you.