© Christopher Raine


Married to Death


I’m married to death
or so it would seem
She’s grown tired of life,
grown tired of the scene
She’s fucked, but she’s funny
can’t do better than that
She ain’t tall, she ain’t skinny
you wouldn’t say she was fat
She laughs when she’s lonely
She cries when she’s mean
She’s the life of the party
and the first one to leave
All of these things
my love tends to be,
A ragged old mess,

but she’s still better

than me