Dikembe - That's How What Works lyrics

To keep from capsizing, we drilled holes in the ship. Now I'm sketching your T-shirt and how it falls across Your chest. I'm a sub-plot in this story and I'm winding down with my Faults on repeat. We'll be better next year if we make it through this Year. I'll be better next year. I won't make it through this Year. I miss you like a metaphor for your coat missing your Bedroom floor after eight weeks of winter. Or something like that.