Yellowed

Picture me torn up in pieces
drowning in ashes
and burning with tears
I’m the half of this glass
already past you lips
I’m a photograph faded by years

Breath with me in this smokescreen
Your eyes like black holes
the cold space in between
I’m the life that is left
in your last cigarette
I’m afraid I fear dying
more than death

Heaven is calling
I’m letting it ring
The sky might be falling
So I’m digging in

Standing my ground
I’ll admit I’m afraid
To die here alone
In this hole in the world
With another that you left in me

Rescue me from this fever
my guts are crossed-wires
and I’m currently shocked
at the length I will go
to make my insides explode
just to see something ugly come out

Wrap me in my favorite blanket
lay me in lowlight
put me in my bed
in the space between dreams
slip quietly close to me
wearing nothing but the air on your skin

I’ve still got fingerprints
where your fingertips are missing
I guess that's just in case you some need evidence
that's more convincing