Left uninspired by the crust of railroad earth Touched the lead to the pages of your manuscript I took my thumb off the concrete And saved up all my strength to hammer pillars for a picket fence It wasn't quite what it seemed A lack of pleasantries My able body isn't what it used to be I must admit I was charmed By your advances, your advantage left me helplessly into you Talking how the proof had begun to splinter And I could taste your lipstick on the filter I try my best to keep my distance from your dress Corresponds, overturns convictions every time My memory cannot recall the wave of alcohol We shared a cigarette and shaked the hourglass Talking how the proof had begun to splinter And I could taste your lipstick on the filter Bushing with a hallway congregation My best judgement signed its resignation I rushed this, we moved too fast Tread into the gas room I rushed this, we moved too fast Tread into the gas room The gas room The gas room The gas room The gas room The gas room The gas room