Naked Minimum

The bus is especially ugly today

I wish I could fly

This morning there was blood in the bowl again

Been a long time since it was white

I’ve grown used to all these little inconveniences

I watch 'em happen from the side

One day I’ll have a car and my body will work

Say it in the mirror three times

Stuck behind slow walkers in the New York streets

I stick my elbows out

And I feel like I’m trapped somewhere between

Ten centuries and days shy of thirteen

I’m perpetually singing the samе song

But it’s not gonna change until the day

Something bеtter seems to come along

I’ll believe it when I see it

Promises are white noise

And yet it’s still alarming how things fall apart

Never thought that I would melt in your mouth

Like cotton candy made of sand

I just can't unfeel it

The damage is done, now I’m left with the mess

While you fuck off to the deep midwest

To blow the dust off a man who’s already dead

I’m just waiting on the naked minimum

I’m just waiting on the naked minimum

I’ll be waiting till I’m naked