square room

Lyrics

sitting in a square room, my voice is freezing, and the beams that are bouncing off the moon, are hanging from my window like icicles, just a tired old alcoholic, waxing bucolic, shivering and homesick, staring at a wooden floor, staring at a wooden floor, last night i nearly killed myself, chasing rum with rum, there were crows flying all around my head, and i sure caught and ate me some, funny how i alienated, those who i was trying just so, so hard to impress, now half those fuckers hate me, and i'm just a fool to all the rest, why do i insist on drinking myself to the grave?, why do i dream about cozy coffin?, i had all these plans of great things to accomplish, but i end up purely pathetic more than often, sitting in a square room, my voice is freezing