breakfast with subtlety (she speaks to me as if it's some kind of superstition)

life's for the living
takings not forgiving
but it's understood

the tree high bridge fell to eye level
she said "i've got a terminal illness"
but all i thought was "i've got a terminal stillness"

and oh god
are you listening
you can stop now
i never believed in you anyhow

so cast some doubt
and i'll plant some seeds
early one morning
as the sun creaks through the floorboards

pinballs ricochet in an empty brain
but i'm ready to tilt out
for the night
good night, good night