Remedy - Punk Songs (karaoke)

Confessions

I need a remedy of diesel and dust

Something I can taste whith a fix I can trust

Another high, more potent than lust.

Eating and repeating

like the working of rust and time.

I woke to the sound and the rhythm of rain

dancing down on the window pane.

Comatose. Eyes half closed.

Arms wrapped up with the wounds all sewn.

I froze from head to toe.

Clenched the jaw,

then felt my body roll over slow.

I must live to know that healing takes some time.

So no regrets, and no looking back to sinking ships.

I'll strip the gauze for a rational self-analysis.

"I'm down. Cut and bound.

Counting scars, and counting blessings loud."

So loud.

I must live to know that time alone is always

healing as long as there's bleeding.

No regrets, or falling fits.

I'll strip the gauze and bleed it.