Smash some coffee on my palette.
Smash my hand with a brick.
I’m playing at a funeral,
But she’s being a bitch.
This all is incredible,
bloody,
bloody, tranquil.
Playing a piano.
Dressed in a Tuxedo.
Sitting in office.
The sounds of sirens near.
I don’t want to listen
Because I don’t really care.
If I thought this mattered,
I would smile,
Not Stare.