Lyrics - Square Room by Chesnutt Vic

(
Vic
Chesnutt)sitting in a square roommy voice is freezingand the beams that are bouncing off the moonare hanging from my window like iciclesjust a tired old alcoholic, waxing bucolicshivering and homesickstaring at a wooden floorstaring at a wooden floorlast night
I nearly killed myselfchasing rum with rumthere were crows flying all around my headand
I sure caught and ate me someit's funny how
I alienatedthose who
I was trying just soso hard to impressnow half those fuckers hate meand
I'm just a fool to all the restwhy do
I insist on drinking myself to the gravewhy do
I dream about cozy coffin
I had all these plans of great things to accomplishbut
I end up purely pathetic more than often

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