Here's what I'm thinking up on the ceiling
Medicate endlessly
You many find your hands are working up your throat and out again
and the clock on the wall says nothing at all
Here's my gestures scraped in a corner
Medicate endlessly
You many find your hands are working up your throat and out again
and the clock on the wall says 4 or 5 or 6 will do
Here's a Tuesday later than usual
Medicate endlessly
You many find your hands are working up your throat and out again
Here's my fuck up bigger than usual
Medicate Endlessly
Here's what I'm thinking up on the ceiling
Medicate endlessly
You many find your hands are working up your throat and out again
and the clock on the wall is gone