Headswell

I woke up in Paris, the lights were out
 It's dusk and I'm alive for now
 It feels like a honeymoon for
 Some weeding I wasn't invited to
 I dreamt that I was absinthe
 Bottled up in the basement of a
 Painter down and out who needed inspiration
 Write down the names of those you wronged
 Say them all out loud
 Watch the voice surround your neck,
 Surrender to your faults
 Feel you headswell
 From dim light
 This story never ends well
 My mouth rings like a gunshot and
 My head feels like the target
 I'm not calling to nurse it
 I just want to lay in pain
 There's no sense in sedation
 The feeling's always fleeting
 No truth will ever find its way out cradled in a lie
 They don't believe in us, they told us not to love