Just four those apple eyes

A comfort reconciled

Trite compost when you die

Formaldehyde, preserve my assets for me

So fun to be on top

I’d like to be on top

My top’s that floor of yours and the only way to reach it’s to swell my head

Sit for a patterned knock

A sober heart to heart

I’m sick of something

But it’s something and it’s not going to go away

It’s just that i feel so grounded, that’s when I start to sing like Sebadoh