I'm not too young to die
I'm too young to be this old
But my morbidity is only 3 or four going on eighty-eight
rescued from sleep once or twice a month by sex, love, drugs and anger
struggle for attention to my act,
it's getting better
Vomit entrails in poetry
find new excuses to ignore me
But my morbidity is only 3 or four going on eighty-eight
rescued from sleep once or twice a month by words, drugs, drugs and anger
Not entirely undone
I'm too young to be this old
But my morbidity is only 3 or four going on eighty-eight
rescued from sleep once or twice a month by sex, love, drugs and anger
struggle for attention to my act,
it's getting better
Vomit entrails in poetry
find new excuses to ignore me
But my morbidity is only 3 or four going on eighty-eight
rescued from sleep once or twice a month by words, drugs, drugs and anger
Not entirely undone