Admiral Fallow - Old Balloons
Broken down liver and withered frame.
Lungs wrinkled like old balloons.
Dampen your spirits by sunrise
And swear at the moon.
'Cause sometimes it's like trying to breathe through a pillow,
Trying to dance on the tightrope in the pouring rain.
Sometimes it’s like, like you’re treading on egg-shells,
Trying to floss up your top-set with a rusty chain.
It’s all because of you
(Also, can I look like him?)