Got to be sane, got to be cold
Got to behave like I was told, to shake with no faults and be
Got to be numb, got to be fine
Got to become what I was like, when I was all mine, and nobody else's
Try to sit still, sit still
Moments swell up to size and shudder on the Limbic sill
But I keep it in a tea cup love, cuz all that I've found is it's no good
You know that it's no good
Catching it plumb, touching the sides
Remember those open-gullet eyes? I'll do it alone, oh I'll do it alone
Stuck to the floor, yet slipping away
That rheumatoid taste in waves again
And the order is tall, and the internet's slow, In my apnea-warmth, I wallow
Try to sit still, sit still
Moments swell up to size, and shudder on the Limbic sill
But I keep it in a tea cup love, cuz all that I've found is it's no good
You know that it's no good