I'm starting,
to be able to see,
I'll map it out,
I'll get back to you next week.

Do you
Believe in me?
Or am I just a ghost
We'll wait around to see

Were you,
really conceived?
Or just some accident,
Marketed history.

These walls,
they're calm and cold
Whiskey wore them down now,
And I'm slurring their notes.
Oh I'm calm and cold now,
And I'm slurring my notes
Oh I'm calm and cold now,
And I'm slurring my notes