I'm drunk on a couch in Nashville
in a duplex near the reservoir
and every single thought feels like a punch in the face
I'm like a rabbit freezing on a star

On the wrong side of Sunday morning
shattered in the terrible light
working for a bankrupt circus
on the wrong side of Saturday night

And I wanna be like water if I can
cause water doesn't give a damn

Chased by a floating hatchet
you can't just shoot your way out and go
I can tell you things about this wallpaper
that you'd never ever wanna know

There's an alter in the valley
for things and themselves as they are
and the triumph of the obstacles
and horseleg swastikas

I wanna take a ride on the back of a sunbird
up into the highest number

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