Coffin, Coughing, Coffee's In, For A Living

all this roaming around, tryna put up the cover.
sun keeps on setting down, for what color of the spectrum.
three blankets and i'm stuck, like the cheese on the french fries
sweating like it's june or a club, maybe anxious to leave now.

green projections on blank scenery
rays of light through cracks in the scenery
cracking jokes for a salary
go shopping and buy celery

just try to do it
now you should do it
i swear you can do it
you will just do it
let me say it,
'cause you're doing it
head first in it
you're absorbing it
i know you can feel it

it's too late, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late...