Jet Black - Jawbreaker

I’ll be quiet to keep you quiet.

Don’t concern yourself with my slow dying.

Through the vents I hear you sigh.

I don’t get too high these days.

Your floor is my ceiling.

Lights out, you can’t come in.

If you don’t remind me, I won’t forget you.

If you don’t ask, I won’t upset you.

I am jet black.

I am stone cold.

Jet black to the center.

Funny like a funeral.

I need you to bury me.

White noise in black room dust.

These hands long for one last touch.

Hourglass all out of trust.

I don’t scratch so I won’t itch.

I don’t reach so I won’t miss.

I taste our last kiss.

This is the cure: the same as the symptom.

Simple and pure: break to keep fixing.

Patiently nurse, patient and nurse.

This is the part I wouldn’t show you.

The part where you say, «I don’t even know you.»

This is your cue.

Be glad it’s through.