Creep On Creepin' On - Timber Timbre

From your chair, my narrative tonight

Is your dickless cousin, brother, father, pet, friend, husband or wife

A lavender scent, a bone orchard of hearts seems to surround you

As you stare each gift horse straight in the mouth

Stare my arrow down

I was invited, I was called out to watch you frolic and dance

Oh, I buried my head in my hands

I buried my heart there in the sand

I was cocked, blocked, cured and charmed

I was ferociously put upon until it was clear

I should not keep on, I’ll just creep on creepin' on

Yes I will, I’ll not keep on, I’ll just creep on creepin' on

Failed manifestation to levitate your bed

And move her hair on to my chest, exposing her neck

And I tear her through a twin into my arms

And my stomach dropped as you shifted me off to stop

The ectoplasm coiled like a hovering halo of smoke

And our beloved invention is conjured each night in your throat

Do I try one more time?

No, I’ll not keep on, I’ll just creep on creepin' on