Lyrics:

Pocket contents: Rizla pack, spare change, receipts in wads
Stacked in camps across my desk, each day another pile
Time was measured in balls of lent, laundry claim tags and number of cents
It takes to drown your brain into a just-dowsed former fire

Coffee breaks and lamb's tail shakes aren't arbitrary marks
Paycheck stubs, good sex and drugs can fade away distractions of the
Mantras of 'keep going' that are lodged into my thoughts
They replay on days when yonder is closer to the heart

This thickness is just enough to wade through
This thickness is just enough to wade through

Pocket contents: Rizla pack, spare change, receipts in wads
Stacked in camps across my desk, each day another pile
Time was measured in balls of lent, laundry claim tags and number of cents
It takes to drown your brain into a just-dowsed former fire

This thickness is just enough to wade through
This thickness is just enough to wade through
This thickness is just enough to wade through
This thickness is just enough to wade through

Coffee breaks and lamb's tail shakes aren't arbitrary marks
Paycheck stubs, good sex and drugs can fade away distractions of the
Mantras of 'keep going' that are lodged into my thoughts
They replay on days when yonder is closer to the heart

This thickness is just enough to wade through
This thickness is just enough to wade through
This thickness is just enough to wade through
This thickness is just enough to wade through