Lyrics:

Don’t know how to preface this
Where’s this story going in?
Vomiting epilogues
When even discourse does it peaking

Can’t push a solid note down the throat
Rolling blank straight through a smoker’s valve

Been busy lyin’ on my bed
Chewing fat with the ceiling
A man says he’ll take me back for a dollar a steak and a nice piece of ass
And I would go anywhere everywhere
I don’t care
Man I’m with you


Walk the daytime
So I
Walk the nighttime
So I
Curb the streetlights
So I
Drag the sound down
So I can sleep