broken plates at the breakfast table

Ring around in the flood Stumble up upon my body Feathers were a wicked choice Ordinary stressed out voice I'm here to open my omens Solid as a rock can be I'm choosing absolutely only you Darling, in a careless little tune Your snow nails can show that you're broken down Yeah, you dropped it a little short What is there left for me to do? Steady as I whisper the art of assuming a part that I didn't ask for Court-ordered boy Change your name to something that I less adore I never go outside, I should go out more But now I'm cleaning the floorboards