My World

Getting through winter

Is taking forever

Trying to figure

Which one of your breath or toes smell yeast

Maybe it's jibber

Maybe the eels left dreams on my tongue

Sick little bird

I think I heard

Soiling a number with dark pointy turds

We're drawing old patterns in chain

And 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

Crap isn't new

Monsters and cycles

Constantly glued

Hold onto my words, no doubts occur

It's 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 it's idle

Maybe it's meant to blow apart

I blow my nose

And check from real close

Quality burgers are telling me no

We're drawing old patterns in chain

And 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

Crap isn't new

Monsters and cycles

Constantly glued

Hold onto my words, no doubts occur

It's needless to say but

You're all my world

All my world, all of my world

All of my world, my world, my world