Moon like sour candy in your mouth Our conversations are heading south I am getting caught up in your movement Resisting stagnation, I am trying I'm tryingWearing corduroy for four days straight I get confused when you say my name Skin is flaking harder in the winter Reach out to your mother, I am crying I'm cryingYou can only like me when you're drunk The sky is open, my stomach stuck Tongue like bubbles floating down my rotten skin Don't worry about it, I am tryingI'm trying I'm trying I'm trying I'm trying I'm trying I'm trying I'm trying I'm trying
