Testi Black Lung - The Drowns

Black Lung

I tried electric shock, morphine and mild narcotics, but I can’t make it go away
It’s burrowed deep inside my head
Too for to ever go get it
I feel it coursing through my veins
Because I’m buried by regret
Of the things I can’t forget
I’m anchored to the the thought of knowing you were gone
You’re standing in that dirty dress
I can taste the Newport’s on your breath
Dead skin under your nails
Your blank expression tells the tale
Leave your keys by the door
You’ll always be my black lung
Reminding me of where I went wrong
Keeping me from moving on
You’ll always be my black lung
You’re my black lung