PUDDLE

I'm up in the morning

I know what I want tonight

I'm dumb and I'm sordid

And everything's boring, baby, won't you come with me?

The world is still and small

Always making trouble 'cause it's fine

It's a pillar made of salt

I'm getting it together, maybe I could flip it on a dime

Under the frozen ice

Smoked in the tunnel

Making funny faces at myself in the puddles

To distract from the struggle, walking 'round in circles

Every day I'm feeling a toll

Only getting better when I'm high

I'll be great when I get back home

Always wanna go there, always at the ready with a lie

No, I won't make sense of it all

Always making trouble when it's fine

It's a pillar made of salt

But maybe I don't have to break my fucking back to

Keep up with the act, I'm always at the ready with a lie