Bundled in a decorative blanket
Waiting for the heat to come on again
Dancing on the line from frozen to seventy-two degrees
Snow looks nice
In yellow light
Peace and quiet
Keep still as you can
Rats in the alleyway
Salt marking up the floor
A light’s gone out
Back of the house
Could it wait
For one more day now?
Well, what if it breaks?
I’m clumsy and can’t handle anything
Tail always runs between my legs at the softest sound
Like I’m built to fall apart ‘fore I hit the ground now
So self-inflicted
I don’t see the difference
From self-harm and incompetence
Head hung low
Slept in my clothes
I’ll fix the lights
Just give it time
I’ll delay as long as I can
Till the house goes dark
Let the pressure ring in my ears like a smoke alarm
What does that feel like?
Coming home proud of a job well done
No, something’s not right
There’s no satisfaction in it
Stagnant, I pollute my environment
Plastic in your blood
Why would my father still love me?
I’m useless as his son
The cats come back for the bird, it was goring
A punishment for being able to breathe
Come stay, come stay a while
Bones break
You fragile thing
Hold still, I can show you
Fear like you’ve never felt
Only if they knew you
How fucking disgusting you are
Hateful useless coward
Choke on the marigold
Stay cold, die a failure
A bottle won’t help you escape
Headache in the early morning
A cigarette and two Excedrin
Brushing off the steps to watch the birds and take a seat
Bright outside
Melts off the ice
Brush my teeth
Replace the light
Other lyrics by Hot Mulligan:
And A Big Load
Is it time to take a bow? Waking up in the worst of company Is there anyone around? No All alone it’s just these thoughts and me Am I ever gonna make things right? …
Bon Jonah
Sad to see the day has started Like I’m swallowed up The sun looks like an accusation Pouring hate on us Though the later I’m awake It makes it easier to hide …
Carbon Monoxide Hotel
Tighten your grip Just hold my fingers and sit for a moment I don’t remember the talk But I couldn’t balance when we walked I was begging for help, as if …
Cream Of Wheat Of Feet Naw Cream Of
Smell the roses Isn’t it a beautiful thing? Throat closes Tight while you’re unable to breathe Six pounds in a week ‘cause I don’t want to eat …
End Eric Sparrow And The Life Of Him
You’ll fall in place in time Just follow No thought, no face Give up Just follow You’re choking me out What’s the cliche? A fish out of water Do I hate …