Tilt Poor Infant Lyrics

I refuse,
Refuse to weaken my will,
Adhered here glue to these neglected sheets,
Stranded on,
Abandoned on my own two feet,
Tenants of
occupants of indifferent streets

Oh poor infant,
You only took an instant,
But now you're soaking in it,
You're in for quite a ride,
My poor little
flopping on the griddle,
Still b_____
in the middle

Conjuring,
Coaxing out my bravest face,
Suffer through,
Careen through rooms of tired eyes,
Whining high,
Like an engine fed on spite,
Too much to take,
Too much luck,
I dump the clutch every time

Through the womb,
Into this mess with me,
It was no accident
I had to have some company,
Through the membrane
Out you came,
Reluctantly sure,
I bore you selflessly,
But I had to have some company,
company, company, company

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