Wastrel Lyrics

Yes I can't deny the worn out and truthful, if it's picturesque - though
It's just a saying, not useful - resolve that great chain of aging and
Fierce hours - so soon it becomes annoying to us - yes between her thighs it
Was nothing - I don't know if she even lives, but you: - and I never was in
Need of touch unless it would come through my heart's shape - not like they
Who say it in today's fashion - now you know what's going on with me -
Trying to steal the light - and in the evenings a slight chill in the air -
I'm still here breathing, feeling so much better than I was last year - with
A curtain of smoke - and in the evenings a slight chill in the air - the
Welkin not on my mind, nor anything it covers