Seamstress at the Bar - Attic Abasement

Just as I was yellowing

My whole day went dark

Getting drunk to oblivion

Saying, «please, don’t fall apart»

Even the seamstress at the bar

Now all the costumers gone

And it’s coming with the clouds

But I just keep yellowing

Just keep yellowing

And yellowing

In the shadowing, it’s revealing

The celebration cigarette, coffee, and ketamine

Just for waking up early in the morning

Flip me around, turn me away

Because today’s my lucky day

What do you want anyways?

And how would you get it otherwise

What have I done?

What have you seen?

Can you feel me waiting?

Can you feel me waiting?

Feel me waiting

You could if you want

And as they say, it’s 50/50

Everything he knows, nothing’s sure

In the shadowing, it’s revealing

You should check for bombs before you turn the key