Find An Open Window

When you're feeling desperate
The lowest of the low
No one left to make you lonely
Nowhere left to go
When you're lying face down in the snow

Find an open window
Then without a sound
Climb through the window and just let go
Fall to the ground

Take peaches and poison
Mix them in a bowl
Separate the golem
From the soul

When your love has come and gone
And never to return
When you've no more hands to bite
No bridges left to burn
No more bitter lessons left to learn

Find the nearest ocean
Take a little boat
Throw the paddle over
And float, baby, float

Take a little pistol
Place it in your mouth
Pull the little trigger
And go south