Are you even half awake?
Are you even half asleep?
Who's to say what's ours to take?
Who's to say what's ours to keep?
Let's make a deal: we'll spill it both,
all that's buried underneath.
Every worm and every mole,
every saber in its sheath.
The roaring water's clanging
against the metal's edge.
Coming down the drainpipe,
past a lonely spider's web.
The buds are finally blooming
on the rosebush out in back.
After all our fruitless struggling,
we've finally doubled both our halves.
I am sorry, I misled you.
I should have warned you this is all that
I'm good for.
But I am
good for this.