Baxter 3rd Is Under Fucking Siege

Some songs sound the way it feels to have a rib out of place But I ran all of my errands And all of my ribs are quite in The animals are quiet And all the things are in the bin I put them in there with you here When I remove them you'll be gone I guess there's nothing to be scared of I guess there's really nothing wrong And there's no shame in sleeping later There's no shame in sleeping more No shame at all in being such a filthy frigid Lysol huffing whore And when the clock strikes 3:19 My words will sink into the sea And I will know for a split second that My whole life ceased to be The morning I woke up to leave there As soon as I opened my eyes It hurt so bad that I could taste it So cold it burned all my insides I've never felt anything like it Heard my lungs scream like that before Felt such a tear in my aorta that it Spilled all of the light I ever saw across the floor I couldn't wrap my head around it How such a nightmare could be real And despite all of my bullshit nothing could stop it Not God not s*x not white hot fear And there's no shame in sleeping later No shame at all in sleeping more None at all in being such a goddam filthy Clorox huffing whore And there's no shame in sleeping later There's no shame in sleeping more No shame at all in being such a filthy frigid Lysol huffing whore And when the clock strikes 5:19 I'll watch you slip into the sea And I will feel for a split second that Life has ceased to be --- Baxter 3rd Is Under Fucking Siege - Penelope Scott