Late in the tame of a crows nest Picking at straws Stirring your drink and my thought Lo, that it end where it start But I would drink everything From under the sink tonight I think you'd let me I think you'd think it would keep us on But nothing will Keep us together Dosed deep down in the wormhole in your eyes Fist to my forehead I'm throwing up in two rooms at a time Pray to be sour paper on your tongue Pray to be swallowed Pray that something will keep us on But nothing will Keep us together