all the Myrtle ghosts are asking around for a new host 
but i know who you’re with now. it’s the worst. 
i clear my lungs, there’s nothing as deep as the first cut 
so last night i woke up coughing blood. 
i called my mom. “honey, you are so strong.” 
but now when i hear a surf song it’s hard enough to keep calm. 
i want to hit your face with mine. 
today the dog crawled under the porch to die. 
if i could burn your new bed and finally spit out all this wine 
then i’d clear my lungs. Darin said “there’s nothing as deep as the first cut,” 
so last night i woke up coughing blood. 
she is so gone. “hey man, you were so strong.” 
but now when i hear “drunk in love” 
it makes me want to tie one off.