I've sold off all the furniture
Still chic enough to sell
I'm making new connections
Ones we know won't end well
I'm switching into characters
Ones i've never played before
I'm saying things once meaningful
That don't mean things anymore
Caught a train to Miles City
And its rolling lifeless hills
An emblem of contrition
Years of dionysian thrills
Spread my ashes in the reservoir
Where the sunday swimmers choose
To dive into the blackness
And relieve their point of views
My makeup starts to run now
As I greet the cold spring rain
I'm shocked to feel emotion
As it enters unrestrained
Yes something in me's loosened
Like a long and awful clang
I'm confident my medicine
Will make things good again
Yes I'm confident my medicine
Will make things good again