Nooks Krannie - Drinking & sleeping in a field when you're not drunk enough lyrics

Waking up in tall gra**, I regret not dealing with last night's fists, wrapped in ramen orbs/ fisting/ punching in turns, inside my stomach. That's when I see your feet, taking a stroll/ in the tall gra**/ looking down, that's what I see & your cashmere pants make me want to pa** out. I realize I'm taller than the tall gra**/ my torso is like the Bermuda triangle/ authentic, but paid for, barely/ but above wood planks/ on your shoulders/ like I'm on a prayer mat & that's when I hear your voice/ from under rabbit like/ rapid footsteps/ “monsoon is a lover never returning from a broken war, never waiting for any trees to mature in the sun.” That makes me so sad & I feel/ other than my stomach/ & I have so much salt/ existing/ in so many fingernails/ existing like spices/ tiny tadpoles swimming under my shirt & I become the plague/ I feel the plague/ I scream & throw tiny frog babies on the tall gra**/ for shelter/ for the lack of juvenile showers in this region & I fear as frogs become greener than all the gra** & I fear as the sun touches/ as the sun leeches every leafy infant & turns lifeblood to yellow/ crisp & smoking like nothing much happened at all except feelings.