Green-leaf Dawn Implies
Something Sweet In Mind.
But It's Still Your Fingers In My Back Pocket.
Makes Me Wonder Why I Sit Here So Tall,
And Why I Run From The Walls.

Critters By The Litter
Come Gushing Out My Eyes,
Like Fears Yet Worth The Fright.
So, Pour Me A Drink,
And I'll Spill This Dark Ink.

I'll Tell You It's All For You,
But It Ain't It's Just My Way Of Coping
With This Bleary-eyed Baby Girl.
Well, It's Just My Way Of Coping
With This Bleary-eyed Baby Girl,
Dying On My Kitchen Floor.

[But It Ain't It's Just My Way Of Coping
With This Bleary-eyed Baby Girl.
Well, It's Just My Way Of Coping
With This Bleary-eyed Baby Girl,
Dying On My Kitchen Floor.]