She comes crying in the morning
Lays down next to me
Tells me she's afraid that the walls are closing in
Look at the mess we're in

He lives above the secretary
Yeah, I know he eats it, too
When the village all passed him by
How his spirit was so confused

He was picking off that first layer
Like that first time you met me
Like I was dancing with a spider
When the walls come down
I'm still gonna climb up another day just to meet you
Another day to greet you

Let's be neatly insane and
Come and go without plans
On a day without rain
When we're closed for repairs but

I didn't come back for this
Decomposing valley in your veins and
A view with you no longer there

How can I compare thee to anything else on earth?
You were so ghostly white
As white as a can of Miller Lite

52 More Weeks of Winter

Secretary of Onions

Kilgore Trout of the songwriting underworld uploads 365 lo-fi rock songs from a bunker in the burbs.

Secretary of Onions

Sean Woosley