Timber Timbre

Creep On Creepin' On

From your chair, my narrative tonight Is your dickless cousin, brother, father, pet, friend, husband or wife A lavender scent A bone-orchard of hearts seems to surround you As you stare each gift horse straight in the mouth Stare my arrow down I was invited, I was called out to watch you frolic And dance

Oh, I buried my head in my hands I buried my heart there in the sand I was cock-blocked, cured, encharmed I was ferociously put upon until it was clear I should not keep on, I'll just creep on creepin' on Yes I will, I'll not keep on I'll just creep on creepin' on

Fell out of this station to levitate your bed And move her hair on to my chest Exposing her neck and I tear through Put you into my arms And my stomach dropped as you shifted me off to stop The ectoplasm coiled like a hovering halo of smoke And our beloved invention Is conjured each night in your throat