Cover To Cover

No, no, no, I cannot live without the electricity,

Cannot breathe without it swarming my bones.

Go, go, go and find how to kill this fantasy,

Find someone who makes me choke when I’m alone.

But it might just be my foolish bitterness

Keeping me awake like a penniless fiend.

Yes, it must be my outrageous selfishness

That burns the bridges and kills the green fields.

No, no, no, don’t you wait as I finally recover

And bask in the sunlight as others die trying.

Go, go, go and rip my story up from cover to cover.

I’ve been wondering what it feels like to be dying.

-Jackie