Death by Barbiturate

Death By Barbiturate

 

Don’t you think about me when you’re in the shower anymore?

Don’t you slow down now when you drive past my front door?

When these darklands drift ‘neath the black clouds

Could you spot my face of thunder at the back of the crowd?

Do you remember sharing words so secret,

It felt like we were kissing with our tongues?

My world was cracked and revolted

With more gusto and violence than any freedom march inharmoniously ever sung

That summer we stole your father’s hunting rifle

Killed our boredom, our friends and all that ever stifled

But you don’t think about me when you’re in the shower anymore

And they found your daddy’s rifle on the rainy Saltcoat’s shore

So as these darklands still drift, think of me as you orchestrate

Eleven deaths by gunshot and one by barbiturate