Drunk to death

Plains coffered with handles to nowhere

Such sprawled o' pannelings walled and brambly

Plains coffered with handles to nowhere the

Shag rug and I know this as pitious blur

Is it so much that I feel this intensely

Enough so that I'd be no ceiling to you

Is it so much that I feel this intensely

Enough so that I'd be no ceiling to you

And lifting

But a finger does to vastness like

Like sliver'd bark

Fed to a stove

How wrong how wrong

Though I'd not allow myself to know it

Though I'd not allow myself to know it

Though I'd not

I'm so tired of you asking me to react and you

Asking me to be open

When I'm right here

The ceilings a stern face

The ceilings a stern face

And damn

And damn I envy so the deliberatively impossible

I can't

Push away with gravy and be alone

Wishing for someone

I can't

Push away with gravy and be alone

Wishing for someone

Plains coffered with handles to nowhere

Such sprawled o' pannelings walled and brambly

Plains coffered with handles to nowhere the

Shag rug and I know this as pitious blur

Is it so much that I feel this intensely

Enough so that I'd be no ceiling to you

Is it so much that I feel this intensely

Enough so that I'd be no ceiling to you