Plants watered with piss grow higher than I ever will.
No-one to remember the short ripple I'll leave against all will.
My life has taught me what it means to hate a man and men.
Please, Joanna, please don't disappear on me.
Faces on the bus sing along to the cancer hum.
No apology for the drunk priest that wields his gun.
Please, Joanna, please don't disappear on me.
Searching through tumblers emptied for somewhere to hide from the fight.
The smoke and noise serve me right in the dead of night.
My life has taught me what it means to hate myself and them. Please, Joanna, please don't disappear on me.
