Naked Minimum

The bus is especially ugly today
I wish I could fly
This morning there was blood in the bowl again
Been a long time since it was white

I’ve grown used to all these little inconveniences
I watch ’em happen from the side
One day I’ll have a car and my body will work
Say it in the mirror three times

Stuck behind slow walkers in the New York streets
I stick my elbows out
And I feel like I'm trapped somewhere between
Ten centuries and days shy of thirteen

I'm perpetually singing the samе song
But it’s not gonna change until the day
Something bеtter seems to come along
I’ll believe it when I see it

Promises are white noise
And yet it’s still alarming how things fall apart
Never thought that I would melt in your mouth
Like cotton candy made of sand

I just can’t unfeel it
The damage is done, now I'm left with the mess
While you f#ck off to the deep midwest
To blow the dust off a man who’s already dead

I'm just waiting on the naked minimum
I'm just waiting on the naked minimum
I’ll be waiting till I'm naked