Late in the tame of a crows nest
Picking at straws
Stirring your drink and my thought
Lo, that it end where it start
But I would drink everything
From under the sink tonight
I think you'd let me
I think you'd think it would keep us on
But nothing will
Keep us together
Dosed deep down in the wormhole in your eyes
Fist to my forehead
I'm throwing up in two rooms at a time
Pray to be sour paper on your tongue
Pray to be swallowed
Pray that something will keep us on
But nothing will
Keep us together
