40 Days

I appear to have kicked the drink
I couldn't have my happy place be wasted
I was tracing oh, so many doctrines
Absolute devotion to such a silly king

And now I'm super dry
Man, I was the gas tank
Cackling hyena
From my overdraft
Released me from the burden of waiting on relief

Such a crazy thing
To consider all those moments I've erased
To think how compartmentalised
My sublime from my crazier sides

If you have the key swimming in a bottle
Compartmentalised your heaven from your bliss
Such the death of me becomes a lucid thing
You may be walking through the desert but in 40 days
You'll wonder how you ever stayed
And how the ghost felt like a stream
Now does the ghost feel like a stream?

But I'm still a slave to oh so many clever things
Things that took millennia to devise
That I gulp down just now
And regurgitate like a catchy song
Such is the latest shape of time
That took millennia
That took millennia to devise

Oh babe, it's a magazine
If it didn't shout out yesterday it wouldn't sell
That's just how sugar works
It's a hill you can't climb down
If you wanna feel the breeze

If you have the key swimming in a bottle
Compartmentalised your neutral from your throttle
Such the death of me becomes a lucid thing
You may be walking through the desert but in 40 days
You'll wonder why you never strayed
And how the ghost felt like a stream
Now does the ghost feel like a stream?
Now does the ghost feel like a stream?
Now does the ghost feel like a stream?
Now does the ghost feel like a stream?