I’ve surrounded myself with bastardized logos nThey help me get to sleepnI’ve been searching the horizons for the scapes I find dearestnAnd I think it makes me weaknOver time, I’ve realized nThat the comforts I most prizednWill all clean my bones nAnd circle like fliesnNow I’m feeding myself away from the tablenAnd I don’t care if we speaknI’ve gotten a bit nervous about paying lip service nBut I’m sure that you won’t weepnOver time, I’ve realized nThat the comforts I most prizednWill all clean my bones nAnd circle like fliesn