It's Winter, Paul! Get Inside.

It's Winter Paul
Can't you count the seasons
My Metabolic acidosis
Is acting up
Cathartic miming whips me out and drains my putrid soul
A giant mollusk screams about and taught me how to go
For no apparent reason
A million reasons change the seasons, I can't help but fall
Make for intimate evenings
Delinquent treason made me leave them, I can't stand to crawl
Candle lit dinners
A butter skips the melting, boils down, before it draws
An ageless drought, to limp about, but carrots never Drown
Make for intimate evenings
An emerald blade, that chaos sang, scorned by it's embrace
Alone in thought, the mirror breaks, but you won't change your ways

Awareness brings me back to things that I would never say
When oil spilled the canvas changed it's fate that very day

I can feel the changing in the air
It's like a static catastrophic premonition
Rendering me defenseless

Come take a stroll around the emerald plains
But don't get lost inside its amber shower
Can't seem to find a way to move on
Cause all you do is rather dwell in failure

The longer I lay here motionless
The more I feel numb breathing

My mind in a blur
And now I'm staring at your hungry eyes, the same that said that we would never die
Nothing seems appeasing
And now I'm staring at your hungry eyes, the same that said that we would never die
Has my head all cattywampus
Everything looks deceiving
The strands of life were once frayed
This won't blur perception)
Watch out! Don't slip on that lemonade!
Awareness brings me back to things that I would never say
When oil spilled the canvas changed it's fate that very day

I can feel the power of the cheese within the distance of my frog feet, the Dr said I'm losing my meat