If you're going down You'll be going down without me Because we'll be in fat heaven, eating and pleased Unceremoniously Tossing my favorite hoodie Into a Texas dumpster With a whole bowl of chocolate hearts On the table next to where I slept last night Even the bees give us honey But then the ants come marching in The air in that place made old tattoos scab Like they were fresh as ones put on this morning If I pretend To like those books again Put me in Doddridge County With a ribbon in my hair