Pour poor me in sleeves and socks, and put me in my resting spot and

Pour poor me in sleeves and socks, and put me in my resting spot and

Pour poor me in sleeves and socks, and put me in my resting spot and

Pour poor me in sleeves and socks, and put me in my resting spot and

Put me in my resting spot and

Put me in my resting spot and

Pour poor me in sleeves and socks, and put me in my resting spot and

Pour poor me in sleeves and socks, and put me in my resting spot and

Pour poor me in sleeves and socks, and put me in my resting spot and

Pour poor me in sleeves and socks, and put me in my resting spot and

Put me in my resting spot and

Put me in my resting spot and

Take a sip from the source while on course to the tip

Of a part that's apart from the language of things

A strained stitch of strings that, when traipsing, it traps

For those w*ndering, it traps, what it does is it traps

To move so slow through solid state

While hearing the sounds of a floating and fleeting

Sorrowful world