Good Grief

There’s no such thing as good grief
Haven’t eaten in three weeks and I’m
Skin and bones when you’re not near me
I’m all skeleton and melody
There’s no such thing as good grief
Sleep with you in a sex dream and I’m
Pretty sure you don’t miss the way
I put all my demons on display
To your pretty music
One more time
Play me something
I won’t sing
I’ll be quiet
Play me something
One more time
I’m listening
There’s no such thing as good grief
Took two months to pack up your things
But I left a box at your parents' house
Don’t know whether to feel sad or proud
One more time
Play me something
I won’t sing
I’ll be quiet
Play me something
One more time
I’m listening