Curtains Close

(Overlapping voices)

Sitting up plenty of hours more than I should
Be scrolling quietly working my way through these woods
There’s no doubt of me drowning but lately I could
See the surface a purpose but as my luck would
Have it the top is covered in plastic
Man dagnab it
Ice slab is blocking my way to the masses
Is it actually here in front of me or is it all in my head on my ears glasses help me see
Looking with you by my side
Through your eyes
Seeing life helping you to get by
Helps me try
A bit harder and make it thus far
Myrrh and frankincense shaken on ice at the bar
Looking around this town and many others
I don’t know why I’m here so cleanse me with the rubber
I’m not wanting a kid yet
Please don’t call me father
You can call me daddy though that’s fine
Take another sip know it isn’t water
I don’t even know their name still gon’ take it further
Cigarettes after sex is more than just the nommic
-er I don’t know if is the time
But I
Been thinking through this bottle
The tequila says full throttle
Steppin' fast and start to wobble
Then stop
Stupid picture in my head
Of all the last things that you said
My body’s glued on the bed
I’ll rot
While I’m thinking of you
Nothing else’s get through
Fuck
Anyways, just give me a call