Square Room Songtext / Lyric

Sitting in a square room

My voice is freezing

And the beams that are bouncing off the moon

Are hanging from my window like icicles



Just a tired old alcoholic, waxing bucolic

Shivering and homesick

Staring at a wooden floor

Staring at a wooden floor






Last night I nearly killed myself

Chasing rum with rum

There were crows flying all around my head

And I sure caught and ate me some



Funny how I alienated

Those who I was trying just so, so hard to impress

Now half those fuckers hate me

And I'm just a fool to all the rest



Why do I insist on drinking myself to the grave?

Why do I dream about cozy coffin?

I had all these plans of great things to accomplish

But I end up purely pathetic more than often



Sitting in a square room

My voice is freezing