i m feeling awful surface bound i m begging you to cut me down i just keep forgetting the shit we lost that takes up space if i ve got guts to show my face running round the bend for a seasonal change in the head for a reason to get out of bed we re burning daylight oh so carelessly put the weight on me i ve got a crown i wear around but i ve never worn it out i just keep forgetting i was king of the couch i reigned for twenty eight days building mountains of clothes making pillars of plates the days always ebb and flow you never let me know when the fog is lifting i was cherished by most but my memory won t last the potted plant on the porch is an ashtray at best