Poet's Tell

Living on your own again What's gonna keep you clean this time But how you wear your skin so hard And breath that turpentine You're not her only hurting sin But her favorite one it seems You thought you'd die When you heard goodbye And sank your dreams You're just confused like the rest of us About your next meal Left mistakes everywhere For the whole word to feel It comes around once more Get drunk again before we go I wish I'd heard his last dying words Last dying words