Skin o' My Teeth

I had wrists donning slits, flowing constantly My broken body in a wreck: I'm wrapped around a tree A crosswalk hit and run - the finish line for me People clutter in the gutter, take a look and see No escaping pain, you belong to me Clinging onto life by the skin o'my teeth My blood flows through the streets, deluge from the wounds Empty jar of sleeping pill on the dresser in my room My wet brain neighbor cranes, his neck to see in time The white lights, a train bearing down on me I won't feel the hurt, I'm not trash any longer That that doesn't kill me, only makes me stronger I need a ride to the morgue, that's what 911 is for So tag my toe and don't forget to, oh, close the drawer