Im packing up Almost three decades Maybe with reason Mostly with days Its fine enough In line with the plow All is forgiven With color and sound Liza woke up early on the bathroom floor And I woke up Alone Alone, alone Shes making up With a mask of her own In the morning light Hiding whats known And my voice wont sound The sirens in my head And maybe with reason But what could be said Something died when Liza and I made that choice The medicine was sour That was just the taste Just the taste, the taste
liza, taste, woke, alone, decade