—HE DOESN’T LOOK A THINK LIKE JESUS, BUT HE TALKS LIKE A GENTLEMAN, JUST LIKE YOU IMAGINED

 

 

choke

 

got a strange day

in my pocket

all dressed up with

nowhere to go

think I’ll close

the door

and recreate

my own show

find some love

on the screen

not care what

that means

I’ve been

losing sleep

and a grip

trying to shake

the things that

make me sick

couldn’t be a

better man

unless I was

a deader man

woke before

the rooster

and the one

before that

one sad sack

and one bad habit

hope you’re sleeping

like a doll baby

cause I can’t dream

when I’m this crazy

wrote you a song

poured my guts out

tried to sing it

but it only

made me shout

got a strange day

stuck in my throat

trying to swallow

but all I do is choke

trying to wallow

but all I do is choke

all I do is choke