Baxter 3rd Is Under F*****g Siege

Some songs sound the way it feels to have a rib out of place

But I ran all of my errands
And all of my ribs are quite in
The animals are quiet
And all the things are in the bin
I put them in there with you here
When I remove them you'll be gone
I guess there's nothing to be scared of
I guess there's really nothing wrong

And there's no shame in sleeping later
There's no shame in sleeping more
No shame at all in being such a filthy frigid
Lysol huffing whore
And when the clock strikes 3:19
My words will sink into the sea
And I will know for a split second that
My whole life ceased to be

The morning I woke up to leave there
As soon as I opened my eyes
It hurt so bad that I could taste it
So cold it burned all my insides
I've never felt anything like it
Heard my lungs scream like that before
Felt such a tear in my aorta that it
Spilled all of the light I ever saw across the floor

I couldn't wrap my head around it
How such a nightmare could be real
And despite all of my bullshit, nothing could stop it
Not God, not sex, not white-hot fear

And there's no shame in sleeping later
No shame at all in sleeping more
None at all in being such a goddam filthy
Clorox huffing whore

And there's no shame in sleeping later
There's no shame in sleeping more
No shame at all in being such a filthy frigid
Lysol huffing whore
And when the clock strikes 5:19
I'll watch you slip into the sea
And I will feel for a split second that
Life has ceased to be