Third Shift.

Second sound home with lit up faces
your hands are cold scribbling on paper.
Ash targets are sold canned goods, diced tomatoes.
with limp arms feeling, this is my swollen face.

Tear it off.
Tear it off.
Tear it off.

Surround you and awaiting.
If my lungs give out tonight,
I'll always find a way back home.
My neck is strained looking out the window.
Seeing you only in my bedroom doorway.

Tear it off.
Tear it off.
Tear it off.

Your blankets are warm
but your brain is foam
falling out, you're stolen gold.
I'll feel something just to hold.

Tear it off.
Tear it off.
Tear it off.

I loved your marble green staring back at me.

Third shift and broken but you don't even notice.
Third shift and swollen but you can't believe it.
Third shift and stolen
you're just another third shift secret paper bag holder.

I loved your marble green staring back at me.
Tear it off.
Tear it off.
Tear it off.

Third shift and broken
but you're too drugged up to notice.
Third shift and broken
but you're too drugged up to notice.

Tear it off.
Tear it off.
Tear it off.