Inflated Air

Lyrics written sometime in early September

Well I never did

Welcome the fog

Though I never did

Breathe through the bog

I can’t jog

Unclog

You know I love a good reason to rot

Breathe cheap

Go to sleep

And I'll fall much farther than acceptance 

I know it's slower

To live in a dance

But it's too comfy

To sit in a trance

Enhance

or advance

You know it's much more attractive to enhance

Gloss the rust

Let it crust

And I'll worry about it when the time comes

Dance around all the flowers I've seeded

It's just too hard to live when it's feeding

Well the weeds are just so fun to hate

Don't mind letting them take the fate

And I'm sitting here on an iron chair

And I don't mind breathing inflated air

I don't mind, I don't mind

I'm all too aware 

Aware of the price

That comes along

With coats of ice

Tried it once

Tried it twice

And I find myself in a far splice

Made by

Heat and ice

Where I sit and sharpen all this chatter

I can't remember

The month I'm in

And sleep on top

A bed of pins

Carboard box

No more clocks

It's December and I'm still in a box

Hypocrite

Phony grit

Wallow in bullshit to my chin

(Chorus)

I do mind (*4)

It's getting cold in this mold (*