The Assisted - Little Comets

Maybe my hands won’t shake

Faces I don’t recall

Each of these finer points

Lost on the whitewashed walls

But at least it gets to be a choice

Look at me closely you can see

Just how broken a man can be

Assisted by those who know

The memories I used to be

Suffering grips all my days

Taut like an elegy

Look at me closely you can see

Just how broken a man can be

Still loss, still grief

Still a tragic energy

But I need control

Death will bring me

A calming neutrality

If you let me go

And make a choice

Look at me closely you can see

Just how broken a man can be

Look at me closely you can see

Just how broken a man can be