Glass

Is this witchy? My thoughts are cloudy This is weird: my mind is clear In this hyper-chlorinated pool of humanity You're very clean You're very clean I give up I give up Is this hunger? I can't remember This is strange: we're just the same In this insatiable, unstable subspecies You're very sweet You're very sweet I give up I give up Flies woke up, confused Sprung to life And spring all here and everything Sleeping on the kitchen couch Sun everywhere You're very clear You're very clear I give up I give up I give up I give up Why put the light on? Why put the light at all? Why put the light on? Why put the light at all?