Clinton River Graves (I)

Coni’s been sleeping on my couch for a week
He said “Everything's Black” He wants everything green
And he laughs but it stings
Broken Bottles in the sink
And I’m sick, And I’m worried worried sick

And Coni took a triple dose, Oh No
He’s snapping fingers finding rhythms
Lying on the kitchen floor
And I don’t know if I can watch this anymore
Coni’s letting go, Coni don’t

I gotta couple tricks for when
His pill bottle starts to twist
I lock it up
Hit that Hit that, Hit that

Coni can you hear me?
Coni are you breathing?
Coni?
Coni!

Oh, You’re never gonna be alone
You’re never gonna get that far from me
And I’m never gonna let you go

And you’ve been sleeping on the couch so long
You wonder what to wake up for
I’ll breath into you
I’ll breath into you

I’ll breath into you
I’ll breath into you
I’ll breath into you
I’ll breath into you

Coni’s been sleeping on my couch for a week
He said “Everything's Black” He wants everything green
And he laughs but it stings
Broken Bottles in the sink
And I’m sick, And I’m worried worried sick

I’ll breath into you
I’ll breath into you
I’ll breath into you
I’ll breath into you