Square Room Lyrics - Singles - Chesnutt Vic

(Vic Chesnutt) 

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 

it's 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