Handbook for the Recently Deceased - Coletta

Out!

Shut the door, take your papers and knapsack

Justify the act of pushing back the one you said lost track

Of mind and time, my own sublime

How could I even lack?

The tick tock clock clucks twelve

I think it’s time you’d pack

So love really goes where money grows?

Just one more toll through the rabbit hole

What’s next?

The exes always cheat me

Have fun, play dumb, and then delete me

I know it’s hard for you to feel pain

So long as some chum can seep a silk stain

All I wanted was you to see through the rough patch

Detach, dispatch, we’re just a mismatch

Time to boil and brew up a troubled batch of chakra souls

Call and crawl again, maybe we’re not eternal

Well my heart’s bent on holding on but

Time’s cut!

Drink up!

Tell me there’s no one else

Melting down our bookshelves

Go look for your next host body baby

Forcing sketches in my roaring

Mind my mind’s eye

I’ll make you wish you’d never done me shady

Paint it, call it faded, tainted with deja vu

No, the edges stay forever etched wrong

These blotched cold colors could never belong

Stained brain, so plain.

What feels unreal?

The entertained

Can’t handle when I feel disdain

Pity plaint, pelt the paints.

There goes my future down the drain

I only feel high and aspired with my little married Jane

So tell me while I waste away in front of my computer

That what I’m doing now can fix or flop my future

Cherchez la femme who owns the love that I’ve locked in

Sometimes it’s so hard to get so far, scratching scars

'Cause I’m always left in space to suspend

Spend most my time worried I’m not a mastermind

Dreaming is all that I have left, but I guess I won’t find out till I push to

transcend

Call and crawl again, maybe we’re not eternal

Well my heart’s bent on holding on but

Time’s cut!

Drink up!

Tell me there’s no one else

Melting down our bookshelves

Go look for your next host body baby

Forcing sketches in my roaring

Mind my mind’s eye

I’ll make you wish you’d never done me shady

Paint it, call it faded, tainted with deja vu

What’s next?

The exes always cheat me

Have fun, play dumb, and then delete me

I know it’s hard for you to feel pain

So long as some chum can seep a silk stain

All I wanted was you to see through the rough patch

Detach, dispatch, we’re just a mismatch

Time to boil and brew up a troubled batch of chakra souls

Quick, sip the tea, take a seat and we’ll show you;

Life and death, your prophecy, and hullabaloo up some voodoo

As the television slips, slimes, and sets underneath me;

I check my pulse while my brain convulses just to see if I’m breathing