If I'm the shell and hey it's easter

crack me open and watch my yolk.

splutter out into your arms 

or at least it would if you had your arms open.


For now I'll watch my yellow pity

spill out onto the spare room floor.

And place my ass in the centre of this cup

I'll watch you aim --- shoot


Street lamps have heated my stomach up

Way too much and the night air has

Inflated my head way above anything else...


... Before, is that what they said, 

is that what they all think or, 

is that what they all know?


Of course, full of gas so i can fly away.


Translucent agenda and late night hotels

Bedroom floors oh bedroom floors

And toilet bowls my second home.


The Sun is only talking to me

When my mouth is dry and tied shut

Warap me up in telephone wires

Disconnect my hormones I'll "BRB"


(Thanks Holly for these lyric)