Little Bird In Coffin Come - Chris Bathgate

Sum my day up in a strum

And after every threat is sung

I turn my throat into a sun

And I set fire to a bird

That had set the soil to turn

And I will follow every verse

Until I’ve murdered every word

Sum my day up in a strum

And all that rots down here below

Is a burn I earned just days ago

And I will die inside a car

2 miles east of where you were

And every breath I’ve ever harmed

All at once now will return