The Spills

I feel my bones rot and decay

My lungs decompress

As I lay to rest

Six feet below, got long ways to go

I'm a sinking ship

Filled to the brim with tobacco leaves

And nicotine

Set the cargo ablaze

Get lost in the haze

My mother came by the other day

She said son come and sit

Lets reminisce

My sister laughed as she walked in

Why you all like this

Looking back at the good ol' days

Like you're still not here

There's no need to mourn

The things yet to pass

Haven't slept in weeks

The kids are growing up

And they really don't seem to mind

But I do

I know we need to

Just let it be

But if they come up any quicker

Imma need to chase my liquor with some

Mercury

I know we need to stop this train

Conductor won't hit the breaks

Ellie's been working since she was sixteen

Part time job, fourty hours a week

Six years later went and got a degree

Tears in her eyes, she can finally breathe

She walk that stage to a world o' her own

Six months later she still lives with her mom

At the same old pay

At the same damn job

Wondering where the hell she went so wrong

Time don't stand still

She's got a case of the spills

One day you're here, but then you're gone

And the thought tears you apart

Time don't stand still

No, it never will

I hope one day you can accept it

And it all will feel just a little less hectic