Good Grief

[Jamie Lenman]

The passenger seat

The instructor's hand on your knee

And his boy in the back of the car

The loveliest guys hang a toilet seat around your neck

And those guys turn into cavemen

Who'd have believe at eighteen they'd remove all your teeth

As much blood as there is air in your lungs

Well its up to me to scrape your bones and make you clean

And your eyes are oceans raging

Love, I feel your pain

Feed off it nearly every day

You were so brave until I locked you in cage

And I dared

You read my mind and saw the buildings collapsing

The streets were filled with bodies

Burning

Bleeding

I tried to tell you love

I want you back

Hung from ceiling

Bled and withered

Balding