bloodshot

"She walks to the mailbox each morning at nine
Everyday she begins
She’s always one day behind
At least when it comes to the mail
She sits on the balcony paying her bills
Her letters just hashing her cigarettes onto the sill
Every breath a little more pale
And the hill’s still left to climb
It’s just so high
And I’m so tired
Come on look me in my bloodshot eyes
The clouds are all on fire"

-jack’s mannequin.