I got a shirt
And I got real drunk
And I spilled you all over
My favorite blank canvas

I shot the shooting pain
With an ounce of Novocaine
Overcompensating
For a space I haven't made

(The ground was frozen, and it was bad)
But I didn't mind
Taking the floor

I have fought this conversation
With words that sound so weak
And if you gave me the time
I'd complain about them for weeks
For weeks