Porch Kat - Preposterous Happenings Lyrics

Healthy handles of deep red wine
No sense of time
Sickly handfuls of shallow yellow glow
Don't make me go

And I don't sleep no more
Awoke deep to my core
And I can't speak like I used to do before
Things I've only heard about
Juxtaposition
Works of pure fiction
Don't boast what they seem to be to me

Coat racks and black smoke stacks don't care for facts
Fruit snacks wrapped in their packs of tin
Don't see you sin

And I don't smoke no more
The police broke my door
And I don't see folks like I used to do before
Things I've only dreamt about
Plastic religions
Carrier pigeons
Don't boast what they seem to be to me
Things I've only heard about
Juxtaposition
Works of pure fiction
Don't boast what they seem to be to me
Things I've only dreamt about
Just a position
Works of pure fiction
Just don't boast what they seem to be
No they don't boast what they seem to be
They'll never boast what they seem to be to me