The Weather is Getting Cold, You Should Take Care of Yourself

I keep on drinking alone in hopes I swim to the bottom And find that hidden message floating around in the bottle While my hair will turn grey, and my skin rots away I'll keep a steady pace of pouring gin to fill my grave I'm mostly just marble carved to fill the space between You're time spent on your own until you get tired of me Be not afraid, is all I ever say I'd hate to keep from warning you about the cracks inside my brain I am the tiny ember wandering too far From thorns engulfed in flames to take the shape of sacred hearts I am the sickness that you purge When chemo does it's job I am the existential dread that sets in to keep a noose around your thoughts Come find me hanging from the tallest ceiling Come pry me off the floor when I quit bleeding Don't tempt me, with a look of desperate needing While you sit up on your cloud unbeknownst to what I'm feeling I stick to juniper and notes of floral taste to fill my heart I find my only way out is to fall all the way apart inside the darkness so you can finally say goodbye I like it better when I'm not leaving my liver to dry A spoiled little child is the only thing I see in the mirror What do I actually have to fan the flames of my fear? Except a crumbling wall to fill the space of the divide Between the demons and tangibility inside my mind I've got a dollar for anyone who can prove me wrong I've got a couple more for every time you sing along I'd rather close my eyes surrounded by familiar faces The joke would be to live on while they become spaces