Baxter 3rd Is Under Fucking Siege

Some songs sound the way it feels

To have a rib out of place

But I ran all of my errands

And all of my ribs are quite in

The animals are quiet

And all the things are in the bin

I put them in there with you here

When I remove them you'll be gone

I guess there's nothing to be scared of

I guess there's really nothing wrong

And there's no shame in sleeping later

There's no shame in sleeping more

No shame at all in being such a filthy frigid

Lysol huffing whore

And when the clock strikes 3:19

My words will sink into the sea

And I will know for a split second that

My whole life ceased to be

The morning I woke up to leave there

As soon as I opened my eyes

It hurt so bad that I could taste it

So cold it burned all my insides

I've never felt anything like it

Heard my lungs scream like that before

Felt such a tear in my aorta that it

Spilled all of the light I ever saw across the floor

I couldn't wrap my head around it

How such a nightmare could be real

And despite all of my bullshit nothing could stop it

Not God not sex not white hot fear

And there's no shame in sleeping later

No shame at all in sleeping more

None at all in being such a goddam filthy

Clorox huffing whore

And there's no shame in sleeping later

There's no shame in sleeping more

No shame at all in being such a filthy frigid

Lysol huffing whore

And when the clock strikes 5:19

I'll watch you slip into the sea

And I will feel for a split second that

Life has ceased to be