Generally More Worried Than Married Lyrics

Generally More Worried Than Married lyrics

What is addiction with absence of drug

What is grey without the presence
of white

Days remain hollow with absence of night



When I
fell into my absence and knew

Not what to do

I made a can of coffee
- smoked a

Cigarette or two This is like a

Hunger - This day is lake
a feast

A last supper to materialize the

Wasted, slumbered beast in
the closet



She lives in the attic

- A floor in between

My room and the comets -

Of chaos and dreams



I'm awaiting
the crack of dawn - the smell

Of morning - where the sound of her

Footsteps can comfort and cure



It takes quite a while to get
things

In perspective A bleak, coloured tile

Upon the wall - so
pale and objective

But how would I gain from this knowledge

When I
know not where to go