Owen
Coffin Companions
Is this really all there is?Cough syrup to sleep'Til an alarm clock reminds us to breathWhat if we don't set the damn thing?I suppose it is what it isnothing more, nothing lessthe lucky ones are born into itthe rest of us workTwo sets of fiery eyesTwo sacks of dry skinToo much to do, so little timeCoffin CompanionsEarly to bed, and weary to riseThe girl with work to doA boy with two thorns in his sideOf all the coffins in all the dreadful corners of the worldYou chose mine, and I, yours.Singin' And dancin'And achin'Are overratedHere lies: The King and QueenLetras de cancionesof the self medicatedCoffin CompanionsThe whispers found a place to hideNow we can age with grace and silenceI won't speak until spoken toI won't ask for love like the others doJust close my eyes and let the medicine kick in
From Letras Mania