To My Better Angel

I lost all faith today in suicidal featherweights
 With broken wrists and weaker fists
 This is the last fight I'll give away...
 And there's something terrible locked in her attic
 So I'm told
 I can feel it on my face
 I still feel you everywhere
 and operator I can't hold much longer
 Cause there's a spot by a bathroom door
 where I dropped so fast straight through the floor
 when I lost my grip on everything
 Eight feet under water is where we dare
 our locked lips keep out the water and the liars
 full of nothing but air
 So if anybody talks of me tell them I am never coming home again
 Just tell them I am gone
 There's a place that I might fit in, but it reeks like where we've been
 Perfect footprints from our feet that our haunted just by me
 To the lady of the hour (I hear) liquor love is all the rage
 Your skin feels way too sour and I've lost my sense of taste
 There's a hole that we all fall in
 Where we fight for oxygen
 That's where I caught my grip and became king
 Eight feet under covers, don't forget that I'm here
 Warm secrets under cover with new friends
 and your holiday lovers
 So if anybody talks of me
 Tell them I'll be gone forever with out these scars
 that are completely invisible...