Sit ’n Squirm

I sit and I squirm
Try to observe each breath as it leaves me
Then greet its return
I squirm
And I think of her sometimes
So I start again

I sit and I squirm
Upack the past
Send it out for the weekend
Hope it never comes back
I squirm when I think of you sometimes
So it goes...

Oh, I hear a ghost
I hear a ghost
I hear a ghost and see Freud on the beach
Drunk in the sun
If you see me comin'
You better run

Oh, while poor little rich bitch bangs on her drum
I come back to you in the dark
I miss you when I'm soft
So I gotta stay hard
When I cannot stand who I am

Oh, my baby blue
I feel gluеd-to
It was this evening
Thought I'd lose it whеn I said that mantra yeah
If I'm with a woman and she blows my mind
I forget you, baby, every time...

But where are you tonight
My darling?
Oh, my darling, while I sit and I squirm...