She's six months clean.

In one day

In an hour and a half

I will have five months.

A clean slate 

You learn to bite your tongue

You end up burning your palette.

How about a fire burning throughout

A few years of landscape

Through my life.

I thought I could have some peace

At the end of the end of the war.

When will this not be a war?

There has always been a cameraman

In the corner of my eye

In the universe 

He has invisibility from all four corners.

I'll finally unbutton my shirt

Pull down my clothes

You'll go into me

You'll watch me crawl

Onto the nails in my floors.

At least the roof won't be falling

My palette roof stings,

In my bed you might learn to understand

Why I have never been anyone's best friend.

I don't know why you want to shower with me

I have done my part in leaving 

The ones I love more hurt.

I feel so defeated 

So old

Not many left

That remain kind to me.

In the universe

He has invisibility in all four corners.