I saw the dampened glimmer pass
A streak of light across the medicine cabinet
And you heard when I collapsed
Swathe my head and leave me
Sucking dust up through my teeth
Cut the shit and get along
Fleecing all that I can sort
You're not there, so what it for?
Maybe easier said than done
I woke, stomach set awry
In the pulsing fixture of daylight
To hard to draw
It slips away
Cut the shit and get along
Fleecing all that I can sort
You're not there, so what it for?
Easier saying that it's done