grow up and blow away

If she weren't writing in blood 
She'd bring him her jokes 
A new liver 
And a shovel for the mud 
If he were not knee-deep in mud 

He'd bring her his drugs 
He'd get her a typewriter 

If this is the life 

Why does it feel so good to die today? 
Blue to gray 
Grow up and blow away... 

First double-cross her heart 
He wants to start a family 
Her body is the baby.