Something in me keeps pouring after the glass is full Something in me keeps calling the fall a flight I know this room I know these walls I know the floor remembers me Again Again Why do I stay drunken? Why do I sink so deeply? Why does this warm distortion settle in my bones? Why do I stay drunken? Why do I bury morning? Why do I sink beneath myself and surface less than whole? Come down Pour in Come down Pour in The bottle knows the shape of every hand that holds it The mouth knows nothing only more I trade tomorrow for another little absence I trade my name for something I can swallow Again Again Why do I stay drunken? Why do I sink so deeply? Why does this warm distortion settle in my bones? Why do I stay drunken? Why do I bury morning? Why do I sink beneath myself and surface less than whole? Come down Pour in Come down Pour in Glass mouth glass mouth glass mouth gone I keep finding the bottom then digging another bottom underneath I keep promising the morning to someone who disappears at night Don't wake me Don't name me Don't make me remember what I traded to forget Don't wake me Don't name me Don't make me remember how close nothing felt Why do I stay drunken? Why do I sink so deeply? Why does this warm distortion settle in my bones? Why do I stay drunken? Why do I bury morning? Why do I sink beneath myself and surface less than whole? Come down Pour in Come down Pour in I am not falling I am becoming the fall I am not empty I am becoming the glass I am not thirsty I am becoming the mouth Again Again Again Pour in Come down Pour in Come down until the room stops moving until I do.
