Kurt Vile
Slow Talkers
Everyone I knowTalks to me way too slowI lose track what they sayBefore they walk awayI told you once beforeAin't gonna say no moreNext time you come clothed in inquisitive suitsI'll consider myself muteYou're on my mind most timesWhen fear does not overflowWhen that cranial cup runneth overWith things I despise over and overMy chalice of skin, bones, and bloodPouring forth like the flood
From Letras Mania