The doze inhales me, disconnects me, suspends me
Shapes me, tastes me
The bed of rose petals, the bed of me
My melancholy daze, drains me, drips me
Down my straight and narrow halls
Dozing through your complaining so brutal
Flowing down a path of curses
Dazing in you, flowing through my sadness
This is my lament, so open, so growing
So lavish, so knowing, so sucking, so blowing
So dazing, so dozing