paroles de chanson Square Room - Vic Chesnutt
Sitting
in
a
square
room
My
voice
is
freezing
And
the
beams
that
are
bouncing
off
the
moon
Are
hanging
from
my
window
like
icicles
Just
a
tired
old
alcoholic,
waxing
bucolic
Shivering
and
homesick
Staring
at
a
wooden
floor
Staring
at
a
wooden
floor
Last
night
I
nearly
killed
myself
Chasing
rum
with
rum
There
were
crows
flying
all
around
my
head
And
I
sure
caught
and
ate
me
some
It's
funny
how
I
alienated
Those
who
I
was
trying
just
so
So
hard
to
impress
Now
half
those
fuckers
hate
me
And
I'm
just
a
fool
to
all
the
rest
Why
do
I
insist
on
drinking
myself
to
the
grave
Why
do
I
dream
about
cozy
coffin
I
had
all
these
plans
of
great
things
to
accomplish
But
I
end
up
purely
pathetic
more
than
often
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