My World

Getting through winter Is taking forever I'm trying to figure Which one your breath or toes smell yeast Maybe it's jibber Maybe the Eels left dreams on my tongue Sick little bird I think I heard You soiling a number with dark pointy turds

We're drawing old patterns in chain It's slicing the butter real thin You can't keep it longer within no talk to me, walk with me After all we've been through This crap isn't new Monsters and cycles Constantly glued Hold on to my words, no doubts occure, it's needless to say but You're all my world All my world, all of my world

Battling a thick blur D'you see land? No, sir It never occurred To us we'd stay at sea so long Maybe it's idle Maybe it's meant to blow apart I blow my nose And check from real close Quality buggors are telling me no

We're drawing old patterns in chain It's slicing the butter real thin You can't keep it longer within no talk to me, walk with me After all we've been through This crap isn't new Monsters and cycles Constantly glued Hold on to my words, no doubts occure, it's needless to say but You're all my world All my world, and all of my world All of my world, my world, my world