Black Lung - The Drowns

I tried electric shock, morphine and mild narcotics, but I can’t make it go away

It’s burrowed deep inside my head

Too for to ever go get it

I feel it coursing through my veins

Because I’m buried by regret

Of the things I can’t forget

I’m anchored to the the thought of knowing you were gone

You’re standing in that dirty dress

I can taste the Newport’s on your breath

Dead skin under your nails

Your blank expression tells the tale

Leave your keys by the door

You’ll always be my black lung

Reminding me of where I went wrong

Keeping me from moving on

You’ll always be my black lung

You’re my black lung