A little more each day.

Will, will, will.

You left us a puzzle of yourself

in refrigerator magnets

and the bottom of whisky bottles

Red label, I read your label,

more like honey than liquor

sweet, no bite.

Now the days are empty

Like your once-lover’s arms

But we’re still singing your charm

I’ll keep singing your charm

The buzz will wear off

But we can’t shake you off

We can drink ourselves numb

But without you, I just feel

so fucking dumb.

Your momma’s real religious

and your lover, she’s real cross

me, I don’t know what to think

watching her twitch under hospital sheets

‘Cause when the blood slipped under the sink

I was holding you in my teeth

biting my tongue and missing arms

stunned from too many false alarms

I’d come home

I’d kiss your grave

but I’m a fool and a coward

so I sit here alone, in shame.

Good night, skinny boy

Good night, humble man

Good night, devil dreamer

Good night, and I hope you made amends

even though we never believed in then, anyway.