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Honorary Biologist

from Friend For All God by Good Air

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I'd pen the words but the ink's not red
Looping through my head, every word you said
Beneath a sky wet blood would dry
I've been thinking (I'd been drinking) I'd die

I cut the pillow wide open
Pin a beetle in the sunrise
Honorary biologist declares:
"What's life but fucking on the stairs?"
And when your will to live's broken
Or dependent on a blue line
Even my psychologist is scared
"Give love" she says, "when you can spare"

I'm at the wheel but this shit won't drive
A mechanized dream approximating being alive
I loved sleeping with you, and you slept all day
Sometimes I wish I just slept it all away

I cut the pillow wide open
Pin a beetle in the sunrise
Honorary biologist declares:
"What's life but fucking on the stairs?"
And when your will to live's broken
Or dependent on a blue line
Even my psychologist is scared
"Give love" she says, "when you can spare"

I hit the wall when my nerves overrun
Had to believe everything you said
But in the morning in the light from a new sun
I've lost it all. I'm free to crawl.

I cut the memory wide open
Pins and needles where the pain was
Heartbreak-and-vodka impaired
I'm trying my best but I'm pretty fucking scared
And when your will to live's broken
Lost your grip on the through-line
Look past what you think is "fair"
I swear to fucking God you'll find me there

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from Friend For All God, released May 6, 2022

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