Plastic flowers On a cold level splay Cigarettes lay sizzling In your Tarred ash tray 46 and always sick My hopes They were all gone Vacuum lips and every bit of smoke Is withdrawn Get up [2x] A rush of fire burns I'm in its light Choked up or chained down And I burned with it And I burned with you Every time you coughed I feared the very worst Thinking you ate smoke To cure your belly's thirst Like loose change in a coffee can Your throat it would burst And I wanted better for you Strangled your days were cursed Charred lungs And breath that smoldered I just couldn't see it Till I got older You spoke through crackles And you walked as if you were shackled Slowly but surely It got you too And I just watched I did nothing Fuck