Further Down

Written by: Pierce Edens

My bones feel like broken glass
My skin feels wet and waxy
My head has been filled with sawdust and wrapped in plastic
I have a headache
I can’t fake it today
I can’t splinter these wooden lips into a smile

What you said made sense
If you hold onto the broken bits
You’re holding onto the chance of putting it back together again
But with the jagged edges
And the crumbling
It’s bad medicine
It’s just bullshit

Further Down
Further down
I’m headed further down


I woke up in the sun
With your smell on my skin again
Again
And the taste in my mouth
I couldn’t wash it out
It tasted just like death

And I had tasted it before
Though I couldn’t remember where
Was it a motel balcony in some old burned out town
Or in the broken branch you offered me
In a line of poisoned poetry?
It was colder than the water in a well

Further Down
Further down
I’m headed further down


The first thing I learned
About digging in the earth
Is if you’ve got a shovel, brother, it ain’t over
And the last thing they tell ya
About the blues when you got em
Is you can keep on falling, there ain’t no bottom

Further Down
Further down
I’m headed further down