Playwright - Trevor Powers

Everyone I loved disappeared without a trace

I still call for them, but I don’t have much left in me

Comb the database

Evidence you ever lived no longer exists

Except the heart inside your kids

I still cry for you, I hear your voice when I speak

I got the future folded neatly in my drawer

Queen of the legless centipedes, rich and poor

Monaco deadbeat, entertain, earn your keep

Panic’s in town to visit me twice a week

Curtain’s at nine

Where is the playwright?

Fucked up my line

Deep in my wine

Call off the door

Keep them from charging

I have the floor

Love asked for more

Curtain’s at nine

Where is the playwright?

Fucked up my line

Deep in my wine

Call off the door

Keep them from charging

I have the floor

Love asked for more