Tilt - Poor Infant lyrics

I refuse Refuse to weaken my will Adhered here glue to these neglected sheets Stranded on Abandoned on my own two feet Tenants of Occupants of indifferent streets [chorus] Oh poor infant You only took an instant But now you're soaking in it You're in for quite a ride My poor little Flopping on the griddle still bloody in the middle Conjuring Coaxing out my bravest face Suffer through Careen through rooms of tired eyes Whining high Like an engine fed on spite Too much to take Too much luck I dump the clutch every time Through the womb Into this mess with me It was no accident I had to have some company Through the membrane Out you came Reluctantly sure I bore you selflessly But I had to have some company company company company