OLD SHIT (The World In Your Eyes)

Sounds like a dimming lantern when a man turns alcoholic Post apocalyptic narcotic, I swear it feels like sin I swear I only drink the violin I meant the gin I meant to ask Tiny Tim To crawl up my limbs, then under skin Understand, makin' holidays with the fam Christmas don't feel like my wishlist no more There's no snow on the floor, but there's snow on the counter New Year party, better ask somebody to dance Raise your hands, grab the ceiling fan Know you're a helicopter, hella proper No one stop her Let her fly, let her fly, let her fly, let me trip Nothing feels better than the falling, bathroom stalling before the vomit arrives Watch the commit orbiting in my eyes I'm still wishing him here, fuck this stupid rap career Fuck this stupid rap career, I'm still wishing him here I'm still oozing dead shadows stitched in tears Blanket me in forgetting Don't let me get live past 31 I bleed sugar for practice, you just bleed for fun I'm just bleeding funds, warm and cozy Need no clothing It's time to ascend Great Granny where you been? Uncle Henry where you been? Uncle Maine where you been? Ben where been? Where you been? Seven deadly dwarfs called sin The fairies don't tell themselves, a re-blessing And pressing upon the good word What it were, what it may What is read, what it say All that is holy is not The only thing holy is your heart when it The only thing holy is your soul when it stops The only thing holy is my heart when it drops