Quiet The Longing

• Defeater
• Empty Days & Sleepless Nights

You sit, and you stir

You grieve and you grieve

The same chair as your old man

Your mother’s worse than you think

Sunken eyes and a withering frame

The needle quiets the longing

That poison, it fills ; it fills her veins

(One by one, one by one)

So quiet when the pain comes

Your mother’s rosary ain’t bringing father home

Blood rushes with cigarette burns

There ain’t no God coming to save her

So quiet as the clouds roll

Your mother’s rosary wrapped on the bed post

Blood rushes with cigarette burns

On that dock every night until your head hurts

You sit, and you stir

You grieve and you grieve

The longer you sit at the ocean

You lose more time than you think

Your blood runs cold

Wind biting under your coat

Pull it tight to your chest

Your mother is praying for death

Much more than you know

“You coward (you coward)

This is your fault

Our family

Has lost everything”

Look down at your hands and your lit cigarette

Put it to your lips and breathe it in

Everything starts to fade and your body is numb

And when you wake in the morning you’re in the house all alone