when summer falls asleep
and winter plucks your strings
e colder that you get
makes you yearn for neglect
build it up, tear it up, throw it out
if i come round there now
wld you be pleased to see me
i wldn't make much noise
just whimper to myself
my head hurts more each time
e drinking strangles me
and these are e days without paracetemol.


e health hasnt been good these days.