Honeymoon Blues (Ballad of the Blue Moon)

Tried to find her pulse but tripped on the scar tissue Hard to miss, you left barcodes on your wrists for charged issues Pardon boo, but subscription to a loaded magazine Would’ve been your cup of tea if death wasn't but a dream Though I see you've rolled the die, am I your last hope alive? ‘Cause your lows passed my high on this bipolar roller ride? Open eyed, I’d introduced you to skepticism Guess inception isn't the best mechanism to upset the system "If death is the deepest of sleep without dreams This reality has no reason for counting" She said… "If death is the deepest of sleep without dreams" These scenes have no meaning worth mouthing…" Train tracks mark your arms where metal pushed its way through The blade’s your transportation to a place that no one strays to With cushions and candles, my little damsel in distress Hooked to the gamble, looking to cancel what you invest Woke to a text that read “I’ve always loved u…” Drove over, assuming the high stakes of a blood pool Anyhow it’s clear, your wide asleep, and there’s a way out from here But that’s through me, so get up off the couch, my dear Oxycontin swabs overcrowded your mouth I fear And your nose, no wonder I found you impaired, down on air No time for sirens, hit the highway flying Can make it if we chase it like the high you been riding "If death is the deepest of sleep without dreams This reality has no reason for counting" She said… "If death is the deepest of sleep without dreams These scenes have no meaning worth mouthing…" Listen, snap out of it, girl. Get up off your island No, we won’t go to any hospital that I've been I swear, miss—no one’s guna hurt you—on my word, boo Shit, I’d admit myself before I threw you to some dirt suits But your curfew is near, I sense it coming, hunny Don’t worry ‘bout nothing, a little liquid charcoal will empty stomach You know I love you, too. Here, make some cuddle room. See? I scooped you up, like we headed to our honeymoon. We Hit the exit pretending rain pellets are rice strewn Stay awake a little longer, babe, we'll say goodnight soon Well now your belt is unfastened, you’re beginning to look cold Guess this guna be the first time you see me slipping out clothes Tuck you in, grab your hand, we’re almost there Clammy skin glows, shedding light on your comatose stare Yea, I’ve visited the sun, but our honeymoon eclipsed it In the twisted twilight where no kiss could rid your blue lipstick "If death is the deepest of sleep without dreams…"