Mezcal Perfume

No counting those who wept

The rosiness of cheeks

Rejection and abandon absolute

I havent seen the sun in weeks

I cant find the strength in fighting anymore

There's no focus left

The weight of each day

Grasping tightly

Choking out each breath

and inside this glass

Pushed open tabs

I recall my head upon your chest

and the quickness of flesh

Of flesh

Candle burning

Burning at both ends

Candle burning

Candle burning