Disarmed me with your open fire
Pouring water in my cup
Then I decided to take a look
But it was too late
I drowned myself in my own disgrace
But how’d you put it in that vile
I’ll bet on all your empty smiles
Sludge and hugs and bugs and all that stuff
My brains of infancy
Have somehow kept me breathing
Got me some skinned knees
Perhaps from all that praying
I’ve still got no clue, just as Elliot said
Only scraps of photos from your bed
Sludge and hugs and bugs and all that stuff