Tragic Actress

Hey tragic actress, why are you stuck like glue on that mattress Do you feel alone, on that cold throne Do you see me as you once did back when you mattered God-given misery, is that all my new life has to give me You say on the dead receiver with dread My eyes roll back in my head faster and faster Oh spectral evidence, is it you who forces me this feeling of reverence And infinite afflictions prescriptions and all my addictions Oh I hope that the heartache pierces through more than your temples Hey tragic actress, does the pride inside your head falter or flatter Are you glad you left is your house still blessed Does the curling highway shrink in that limitless skyway