I need a remedy of diesel and dust
Something I can taste with a fix I can trust
Another high more potent then lust
Eating and repeating
Like the working of rust and time

I woke to the sound and the rhythm of rain
Dancing down the window pane
Comatose, eyes half closed
Arms wrapped up with the wounds all sewn
I froze from head to toe
Clenched the jaw
Then felt my body roll over slow

I must live to know that healing takes some time

So no regrets, and no looking back to sinking ships
So I'll strip the gauze for a rational self analysis
I'm down, cut and bound
Counting scars and counting blessings loud
So loud

I must live to know that time alone is always
(No regrets or falling fits)
Healing as long as there's bleeding
(I'll strip the gauze and bleed it)

There's no worry
It's only a simple theory