Green-leaf dawn implies
Something sweet in mind.
But it's still your fingers in my back pocket.
Makes me wonder why I sit here so tall,
And why I run from the walls.
Critters by the litter
Come gushing out my eyes,
Like fears yet worth the fright.
So, pour me a drink,
And I'll spill this dark ink.
I'll tell you it's all for you,
But it ain't it's just my way of coping
With this bleary-eyed baby girl.
Well, it's just my way of coping
With this bleary-eyed baby girl,
Dying on my kitchen floor.
[But it ain't it's just my way of coping
With this bleary-eyed baby girl.
Well, it's just my way of coping
With this bleary-eyed baby girl,
Dying on my kitchen floor.]
