Generally More Worried Than Married Lyrics - In The Woods...

What is addiction with absence of drug 

What is grey without the presence of white 

Days remain hollow with absence of night 

When I fell into my absence and knew 

Not what to do 

I made a can of coffee - smoked a 

Cigarette or two This is like a 

Hunger - This day is lake a feast 

A last supper to materialize the 

Wasted, slumbered beast in the closet 

She lives in the attic 

- A floor in between 

My room and the comets - 

Of chaos and dreams 

I'm awaiting the crack of dawn - the smell 

Of morning - where the sound of her 

Footsteps can comfort and cure