bleak bake

King Krule

Wouldn t wake up this morning
Believe me
This might be your only warning
And you ll see
Why the rules won t slide
Foreseeing something bright
But darker and darker they get
As my clothes won t sweat
And start to weep
Through eyes we sleep

And everything hits you in the end
And spoils your thought stream
My heart got a hold of my head
And ripped it to its seams
My confessions seem well bled
But resolutions are only dreams
And I m covered in blood
On the bed
And it s a familiar scene
Cause I m pretty sure my mind ran down this line again
Only last week