Neurasthenic Lyrics

In my hands

White knuckled

Nose plugged

Knees buckled

In my health

Know nothing

And by sickness

To know sweet health

In your cold dark shade I stand for nothing

Then I find sun and I just lie around

Sweep your dust all up into a small pile

And kick it up so that it's scattered well

Clipping the dead petals, feet on the desk

Oiling my dead hair and rouging my sex

I've chosen I want you to want me instead

I'm tired by the time that I spend in my bed

In my hands

White knuckled

Nose plugged

Knees buckled

In my health

Know nothing

And by sickness

To know sweet health

In your cold dark shade I stand for nothing

Then I find sun and I just lie around

Sweep your dust all up into a small pile

And kick it up so that it's scattered well

Clipping the dead petals, feet on the desk

Oiling my dead hair and rouging my sex

I've chosen I want you to want me instead

I'm tired by the time that I spend in my bed