Hungover teacher puts on a movie in the dark
Retires to the lounge
Babbling baby spits up her noodles on the floor
Cries out for more
She don't mind it
Even when you have been spilling your void
On the lawn, when it's raining
She can hear you
Even when you have been tying your tongue
Black lung, golden one
Slithering house snake curls up beneath the old straw hat
On the tired floor
Slow-dancing sunset limbos down low at the luau
The loons sing along
They don't mind it
Even when you have been spilling your void
On the lawn, when it's raining
They can hear you
Even when you have been tying your tongue
Black lung, golden one
I didn't mean to misguide
I only wanted to align you
But you know I was wrong
I was wrong, I was wrong
Leftover pizza sleeps in the fridge until dawn
When the lights come on
Suffering jukebox brimming with cobwebs and spider towns
Thousands of songs