Acid Tooth

Born anew every morning Coffee in the cup Questions with no answers Plastic in the gut And you'll worry yourself into mistrust But oh, giving it all up And oh, giving it all up Acid tooth by the evening I have turned on me And 'round it will go Ever so slow But oh, letting it all go And oh, letting it all go Trains of thought, like ticking clocks And wicked dreams that I forgot Cry out to the numbers to make it stop And I wish that I could turn it off I wish that I could turn it off