Neurasthenic

In my hands white knuckled
Nose plugged, knees buckled
In my health know nothing
And by sickness to know sweet health

In your cold dark shade I stand for nothing
Then I find sun and I just lie around
I sweep your dust all up into a small pile
And kick it up so that it's scattered well
Clipping the dead petals, feet on the desk
Oiling my dead hair and rouging my sex
I've chosen I want you to want me instead
I'm tired by the time that I spend in my bed

In my hands white knuckled
Nose plugged, knees buckled
In my health know nothing
And by sickness to know sweet health

In your cold dark shade I stand for nothing
Then I find sun and I just lie around
I sweep your dust all up into a small pile
And kick it up so that it's scattered well
Clipping the dead petals, feet on the desk
Oiling my dead hair and rouging my sex
I've chosen I want you to want me instead
I'm tired by the time that I spend in my bed



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Malicki Casas
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