Inertia

Oh, inertia, i know you so well
You never go out
You’d rather sit down
Strung out in the seventh coffee shop circle of hell
The dreams that you once had are gone

Mouth to mouth with roadkill
Gold star for aimless goodwill
Eyes bloodshot from imagining till
The dreams that you once had are gone

Comfort is no use
So won’t you punch the bruise

Oh inertia, how’s next week instead?

Oh, inertia, i know you so well
Your hair shirt of skin
Your shit-eating grin
Passed out in the rotted tub of a sideroad motel
The dreams that you once had are gone

Oh inertia, how’s next week instead?
See i’d love to stay
But i’m being erased
I am water wound around nothing again
The dreams that i once had are gone