Please love, [bad word] home again 
Just let this one pass, there will be another 
And in this laughter before the pain 
Every deliberate hung by my left hand 
Eyelids fludder and warm water floods my nostrils 
Neck deep I cry high 
Together we sleep, slouched discolored porcelain 
dreaming of those elucid moments 
when smiles hung high 
Limbs outstretched
bad moon rising 
Faucet turning 
Desolation churning 
Drowning in what we've [bad word] 
Neck deep I cry high 
I have spilled dry for you 
and you cannot fathom the notion 
that it was the end of something 
This is our end.