Made myself a map of folts to f** and feel and fade as me And all my prawns is breeding, blind painting, my body's a disease The closet's full of dead wood, The stables in your mouth are weight And all my weight is wet, the wallpaper is coming off my face Pull all the whales out of me Pull all the whales out of me
Pull all the whales out of me Pull all the whales out of me Pull all the whales out of me Pull all the whales out of me Pull all the whales out of me Pull all the whales out of me Did you know? Did you know? I ate all the rivers I ate all the rivers I ate all the rivers