remember when we found that bottle of pills
in that overturned car about two miles south?
the driver was dead with one hand on the wheel
and one hand on the gun that was still in his mouth
we split that whole bottle up there in the trees
and watched all the zombies staggering down below
and it made both of us feel so numb and so free
that you told me it wouldn’t feel so bad to fall,
Angela
not when we felt like that
and we kissed and i think of the way that you smelled
Angela
and now you’re decomposing
and i am composing an ode to an angel who fell


well i’ve tied you up so many night before
but this time it was different it didn’t feel right
you used to say you liked to feel vulnerable
but that isn’t the reason you’re hogtied tonight
up here on the roof of this abandoned high rise
the sun setting on this godforsaken day
and i cannot keep from spilling my guts
and saying all the things that its too late to say
Angela
you can’t understand what I’m saying right now
though i’m speaking to you
Angela
i look in your eyes and the way that they roll back
i know that the words don’t go through


i just took half a bottle of pills
so if you wanna bite me now Angie you can
cuz right now it wouldn’t be so bad to fall
not when you’re on the ground so i’ll hold out my hand
cuz everyday it gets harder to keep keeping on
scavenging for canned food and percoset
and right now staggering around by your side
seems much better than being all alone in the shit
Angela
so i’m offering myself
to the prettiest zombie that i’ve ever seen
Angela
but you still won’t bite
i guess this awful life is the last gift you’re giving to me...