Cooking to Cope

Wring 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 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 bore You changed your name to something that I less adore I never go outside, I should go out more But now I'm cleaning the floorboards