The Lurch

Don't you bother to open the blinds
Close your lids and then travel through time
No tomorrow now, tomorrow is gone
Just sleep, TV, and then sleep all day long

Trapped underneath the weight of these things
That I think too much, and the unwashed sheets
I'm underneath the weight of these things
That I think too much, and the unwashed sheets

How long has this TV been on for?
Seasons just repeat while my batteries leak their acid to
Empty their cells, burn holes in the blanket
What must come down
Burns holes in the blanket
Phone check again, it's that same old feed shit
I've eaten my feed of all that's meaningless
Five minutes later, refreshing for feeling
I'm catching nothing but self promo, still streaming

Trapped underneath the weight of these things
That I think too much, and the unwashed sheets
Trapped underneath the weight of these things
That I think too much, and the unwashed sheets

It's this garden variety strain of anxiety that reminds me
Wallflowers need watering
It's this garden variety strain of anxiety that reminds me
The sky is falling (Down)

It's this garden variety strain of anxiety that reminds me
Wallflowers need watering
It's this garden variety strain of anxiety that reminds me
The sky is falling
The sky is falling
The sky is falling
The sky is falling

I remember the winter you were diagnosed
Neither of us were surprised
It's kind of cute, it's kind of funny
Seeing you spring right back to life



Credits
Writer(s): Ziggy Zukas
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