Goner

Dead Confederate

Compositor: H. Morris

I know I can help you if you let me
I get it but you can't laugh because you're stupid
I can try to bring you in but you won't have it…
I have it.
I know I turn it down because I'm pointless.
Sit, reflect, stern my face and find inflection
I could be gone, you would never know
I could be gone, you would never know.
Cough it off, hack it up until it worsens
Lay away, stay all night and lay the nurses
I hate it, but not as much as I feel empty
I'm empty
I could be gone, you would never know
I could be gone, you would never know.