Glass

Is this witchy?
My thoughts are cloudy
This is weird: my mind is clear

In this hyper-chlorinated pool of humanity
You're very clean
You're very clean

I give up
I give up

Is this hunger?
I can't remember
This is strange: we're just the same

In this insatiable, unstable subspecies
You're very sweet
You're very sweet

I give up
I give up

Flies woke up, confused
Sprung to life
And spring all here and everything

Sleeping on the kitchen couch
Sun everywhere
You're very clear
You're very clear

I give up
I give up
I give up
I give up

Why put the light on?
Why put the light at all?
Why put the light on?
Why put the light at all?