My World
Getting through winter
Is taking forever
I'm trying to figure
Which one your breath or toes smell yeast
Maybe it's jibber
Maybe the Eels left dreams on ma tongue
Sick little bird
I think I heard
You soiling a number with dark pointy turds
We're drawing old patterns in chain
It's slicing the butter real thin
You can't keep it longer within no talk to me walk with me
After all we've been through
This crap isn't new
Monsters and cycles
Constantly glued
Hold on to my words, no doubts occure, its needless to say but
You're all my world
All my world , all of my world
Battling a thick blur
D'you see land ? No sir
It never occurred
To us we'd stay at sea so long
Maybe its idle
Maybe its meant to blow apart
I blow my nose
And check from real close
Ma quality buggors are telling me no
Chorus