Dusty's Crooked Tail Lyrics

Trying desperately to figure out

How to calm myself down

Im scribbling a gradient

Into the corner of my sketch book

A thin pillow that I'll never use

Lays to my left on my bed

A text book on my window sill

Keeps me cold at night

Don't tell me your crooked tale

It's just a perspective

No effort towards reflection

Trim the trees raise the canopy

I'll pick up dead leaves

I didn't catch a blink of sleep last night

My eyes are burning

My mind is moving and it's cyclical

I'm sick

It won't stop

Don't tell me your crooked tale

Trim the trees raise the canopy

I'll pick up dead leaves