Blossom

Plastic flowers on a cold level splay

Cigarettes lay sizzling in your tarred ashtray

Forty-six and always sick, my hopes, they were all gone

Vacuum lips and every bit of smoke is withdrawn

Get up, get up

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 conquered you

And I just watched

I did nothing

Fuck