Amends - Wreck and Reference

And we sang

Death to those above us

But not our deaths

Fom those below

And we sang

Our deaths are for ourselves

On our bizarre terms only

And we sang

Choking on the calla lilies, laying in a pool of your own phlegm

I wish to make amends but I will flail and not attend to what is real

And we sang

Punish me a little though

This guilt is bittersweet but painfully uncool

And we sang

Choking on the calla lilies, laying in a pool of your own phlegm

I wish to make amends but I will flail and not attend to what is real

And we sang

Can you just look away for a second while I loosen my belt?

I lived my life like spilled milk

I lived my life like spilled milk

I lived my life like spilled milk

I lived my life like spilled milk

I lived my life like spilled milk

I lived my life like spilled milk

And all this genuflection

And all this flagellation

Are no consolation

Is no exculpation

There’s no vindication

No overdue salvation

No patient parent waiting

To tell you you’re just doing fine