Might as well put coins on my eyes coz my bed feels like a pyre.
Might as well put coins on my eyes coz my bed feels like a pyre .
We stand around the pyre, The remainder of the fire, From which pokes the carcass that was once your house. It's unclear how it began, But it's clear that we all ran, All except your tied-up, now departed spouse.
We stand around the pyre , The remainder of the fire , From which pokes the carcass that was once your house . It's unclear how it began , But it's clear that we all ran , All except your tied-up , now departed spouse .