40 Days

I appear to have kicked the drink

I couldn't have my happy place be wasted

I was tracing oh, so many doctrines

Absolute devotion to such a silly king

And now I'm super dry

Man, I was the gas tank

Cackling hyena

From my overdraft

Released me from the burden of waiting on relief

Such a crazy thing

To consider all those moments I've erased

To think how compartmentalised

My sublime from my crazier sides

If you have the key swimming in a bottle

Compartmentalised your heaven from your bliss

Such the death of me becomes a lucid thing

You may be walking through the desert but in 40 days

You'll wonder how you ever stayed

And how the ghost felt like a stream

Now does the ghost feel like a stream?

But I'm still a slave to oh so many clever things

Things that took millennia to devise

That I gulp down just now

And regurgitate like a catchy song

Such is the latest shape of time

That took millennia

That took millennia to devise

Oh babe, it's a magazine

If it didn't shout out yesterday it wouldn't sell

That's just how sugar works

It's a hill you can't climb down

If you wanna feel the breeze

If you have the key swimming in a bottle

Compartmentalised your neutral from your throttle

Such the death of me becomes a lucid thing

You may be walking through the desert but in 40 days

You'll wonder why you never strayed

And how the ghost felt like a stream

Now does the ghost feel like a stream?

Now does the ghost feel like a stream?

Now does the ghost feel like a stream?

Now does the ghost feel like a stream?