No Good

Got to be sane, got to be cold Got to behave like I was told, to shake with no faults and be... Got to be numb, got to be fine Got to become what I was like when I was all mine, and nobody else's Try to sit still, sit still Moments swell up to size and shudder on the Limbic sill But I keep it in a tea cup love, cuz all that I've found is it's no good. You know that it's no good Catching it plumb, touching the sides Remember those open-gullet eyes? I'll do it alone, oh I'll do it alone Stuck to the floor, yet slipping away That rheumatoid taste in waves again And the order is tall, and the internet's slow, In my apnea-warmth, I wallow Try to sit still, sit still Moments swell up to size and shudder on the Limbic sill But I keep it in a tea cup love, cuz all that I've found is it's no good. You know that it's no good