Well I'm starting to be free of this
If I would have died would that
Have made the rest better?
A canary in a coal miner's cage,
The last one to go not yet a red letter day
Last night I fell asleep to air
In the morning I'll wake up
To my lungs filled with clutter
Will I ever breathe again?
Run, run take cover
The walls in this house
Are caving in like sleep paralysis
Black out!
Now I swim out to the ocean crest,
I stretch my hand out to deliver a letter
A paranoid poets distress
Past a few weird trees and mist
A voice beckons to be from
Between the bed and the covers
Canaries telling fables of men
Like so many poets who fell
In love with the bottle
If the bird went first then I'm gone too
And all of my friends are
Pouring liquor on my grave
Tipping their hats and their bottles,
And walking off
In a few short hours they'll be here too