I dug a hole with a spoon
Found myself in a swoon
Twenty feet below me
f*ck me like you owe me
Now I and you
Echoing round the room
Bleeding like I oughta bleed
Feels like it oughta feel
Seeping through the floorboards filling cups
I'm shaking out my teeth and I let up
But then what?
Then what?
Enough
Melting into my bed
Must have been those swills I had
Wallowing under
Excessive slumber
As I come
Slowly swimming out from my mouth
Into yours now I’ll float around
I've had my fill I am clearing up
I revel in the thrill and then the lack there of
Enough
Now what?