It's a scary parade;

Middle of the night, middle of your life

Middle finger up your moonshining lemonade

Stand on your own battle fatigued

Yellowed Tammy Fay face; a crumbling mug

Peeling away

Come, come, come

Pull the deadly nightshade over night sweats

Pull me from this catatonic mindset

I choose boredom from now on

It's an offering a false face;

A melted hooker Barbie

To the afterlife, so they don't take me away

Come, come, come

Pull the deadly nightshade over night sweats

Pull me from this catatonic mindset

I choose boredom from now on

I'll sleep lady, unless you come round disguised as anxiety

A gift, to inspire me out of the pallor

In all the parlors, in all the places I've lived

But didn't exist