stop shaking your head o come onnit must be clotting on your tonguenwell you gotta hock it up andnspit it out today.no you’re awfully pale but cmonnlet’s push it home today i sayni say, but you just yawn to cover upnthe ticking of yournnknees beneath your dinner tray and inam disinclinednto pander tonor fish for you today.nnstop shaking my hand o come onnno congratulations due.ncan’t you see i’m doing well?nit ought to take its toll on younbut you. keep. so. composednwhile i get drunk and intractablendancing on banisters inninappropriate clothes,nlet’s MUCK IT UP TODAYnntoday the colours spillnthere’s confusion innthe categories;nand though the autumn light nlooked watertightnIT APPEARS TO BE PISSING DOWN ON MEnn(push it home todaynpush it home)nTHE WINTER’S GONNA BE HELL FOR YOU, DARLIN’.nTHE WINTER’S GONNA BE hell.n(push it home todaynpush it home)nTHE WINTER’S GONNA BE HELL FOR YOU, DARLIN’.nTHE WINTER’S GONNA BE hell.nni ain’t awfully brave but come onni can bear the brunt of younlet’s toss it up and naltercate todayni. get. so. terrified nall fractious and fidgety biting my nailsnso just knock it off and decimate todaynntoday’s the day the boards will fallnand the trees will fold their fractals innand i’m, o i know i’m, i know, o i know i’m okni’m right as rain i nnam.n