Post-Mortem Blues

All my scars leave blood clots in my veins

Well at least I′ll have some space to my name

Casually placed an order for the same food

Stop wasting your time because no one fixes my mood

Even looked at other options

But I never like what's new

Post-mortem blues

Do they have you?

Quickly pushing me into this hole for two

You′ll never see me bloom

Maybe they'll cover this hole you left

The dirt above ground

You pushed mе in

We don't stare at eyе level anymore

Cigarettes for breakfast lunch and dinner