Lyrics

Hair of the dog and splitting unrest Spending spare change on being depressed Suitable prison for the bothered kinds Happiness you're a...? Breaking down underworldly shame Bored and dead Swallow the mundane Cracks in my palms washed from my hands Alone with many vices Spine is crooked to my neck, and mind a spiral staircase The morning is a strangle, always roses at the foot of my bed