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