Knotweed Lyrics

… just at the onset of getting things together.
I'll swear off this shit forever.
Knotweed i can't shake off into the incinerator

Just at the onset of getting things together
Waiting for the knock: interrogator
On return, the boxcars seemed a lot lighter.

Migraine today. lights / slurs / numbness
Then it fades.
Helpless feeling - we've had it for days.
Gushing recollection - formative stage.

Smelled like theft.
Smelled the best.
Nothing could fit better; just at the onset of getting things together.