Two Months on the Floor

Streamline Of scattered pine Sing little songbird And we will call you names to add to your tune Holding on's such a leg spreader What's now a sock was once a sweater I wish to forget to remember I miss when nostalgia was better It's always a battle of putting your mind on a leash And judging your thoughts until you have none Because you want your mind to be a good dog And while you want that You're doing your best To make the all and you one And when you do come back You're itching for fun And spilling yourself all over everyone When you do come back You're itching for fun You're spilling yourself all over everyone Withered petal rain The inflection of your voice infects the choice to breathe in vain And maybe i'm scared Or delusional Wired Or lighting a match in a big forest fire But I refuse to pick and choose Which brain file to keep running I am a rolling ball of everything I am a glazed glass doll of nothing I am a dazed mass sprawled out awful mauled rout Full of people loving I am nothing (And everything) I am nothing (And everything) And everything is anything I want Two months on the bathroom floor And in the mirror a girl sings And it freaks me out that I like her sound And that's the trap, that's the thing So I'm peeling off Learning to walk A doe, a dear in the spring