Obelisk - 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 cock-blocked, cured, encharmed

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

Fell out of this station to levitate your bed

And move her hair on to my chest

Exposing her neck and I tear through

Put you 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

Oh, I buried my head in my hands

I buried my heart there in the sand

I was cock-blocked, cured, encharmed

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

Or do I try one more time?

No, I’ll not keep on

I’ll just creep on creepin' on