Oh now, what you up to?
I can't remember what I was going to say
The fossil fire of the sun has been draught
And now I can't even write a single line
I never did it
Don't even know what
Words are being thrashed
And the house is on fire
This room is empty
Wallpaper's unglued
That bird's picture's falling
And then the credits roll
Oh man, what you up to?
I look like shit and that's just half of it
The fossil blood of the moon has been draught
And all there's left is to get that bottle empty
I know I can do it
Maybe later
Later than later
Just not today
I guess I've done it
Done it like you did
Did it like you made
I dream of dreaming
The dream is empty
The house is on fire
And everything else is flooding
There is no end to the sentences I've been trying to form
There is no end to the sentences I've been trying to make
And she's been cleaning
My memory clean
Hold it now
It's gonna be some hell of a crash
Indoor lights
I don't bother them, I like them on
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