A Month of Nosebleeds - The Murderburgers

4 weeks of epistaxis

The perfect combination of anxiety and dry air

Or maybe something worse?

Either way I’ll just ignore it like I did 3 years ago

I watched the rain for 2 hours this morning

Watched the sky turn from black to dark grey just like I used to

While you were fast asleep

For 2 weeks you woke up in tears and said you couldn’t work out why

And for some reason it’s bothering me more and more as the years go by

I know that I’m to blame, but I swear I didn’t mean to make you cry

And I know that it was all just such an uphill struggle, until you turned and

walked the other way

(And I don’t blame you)

When I got to the top of those stairs

And opened up my eyes I thought that

I could deal with anyone, and I could deal with anything

But after a confused version of the best intentions I just made you feel like

shit

And I know that it’s my fault and I’ll have to live with it

Now every now and then I hear the phone ring, but I seldom answer

What would the point be?

Only to burden friends and family

With how I’m struggling, and how I’m lonely

And every now and then my ears stop ringing

And I can’t stand the silence

So I turn on the radio and stare out the window

And I try my best to remember the last time I saw leaves on those trees

I’ve given up on stopping all these nosebleeds

Just let the blood run and hope that I become so light headed that I pass out