GOOD MOURNING Lyrics

Good Mourning

I proclaim

As I waltz into the funeral

Home alone, writing poems

Fitting in boxes most consumable

Most impressionable

A cardboard box that's filled to the brim

With my proclivities

The cardboard is wet

I'm shouting out loud while i'm eating Mcvitie's

Shit

Dropping crumb

Green nugs and chum

From a fresh bucket of goof gas

Cap like a hi hat

Cop like a bear trap

Would not hit that

Brick that

I'm sipping on wine

While I pick away at my sins

Palms read red redemptive

Contemplative

That's a really hard word to say

Car washed with my bong water

Special order

You know where to find me

Under some gutter

By the café

In the line for the atm

Or was that the buffet?

You know where to find me

In the space in between

The thin black strip

At home, in my philosophical corner

Carving sevens into the carpet

But never on purpose I'm

Wobbling and bumbling 'til I'm

Completely shirtless I'm

Losing my mind as I'm

Most inclined I'm

Letting my springs unwind

Trying to catch the crumbling time

I'm looking around the room, waving my arms like

My blood is made of wine and my body made of bread

I'm trying to make more sense of the senseless in my head

The densest apprentice of self reflection is dead

I'll say it again shall I?

My blood is made of wine and my body made of bread

I'm trying to make more sense of the senseless in my head

The densest apprentice of self reflection is dead

My blood is made of wine and my body's made of bread

I'm trying to make more sense of the senseless in my head

The densest apprentice of self reflection is dead