Knocks in the bottom of the glass
cracks and melts, stays in the throat
gets ripe in the sun
my brains stew, come up with a metaphor
I'm like a rag squeezed by the world
My life drives under my balcony
in the heat of afternoon
I burn ice on my balcony
I swallow these ices of the mind
Like the ice burns / like an ice cube
slowly in my glass
Melts, I ripe, I'm ripe crop
in the heat of afternoon
I melt this ice quietly
I light my cigarette
It lights, glows, stops and turns into ash
just like life
People living it are pumped out
I'm like a rag...
Like the ice burns...
I let others mess around
I want to stew in the sun in peace
I understand my faith
It's to be the sweat in a sweatband of life
I'm like a rag squeezed by the world
When my life drives under my balcony
following it is exhausting
I add some ice in my glass
still thinking about these things for a while
Like the ice burns... [x3]