Milk, cream. . . and alcohaaaaaaaal

[dizzy_on_sound]

A goal of mine
Is to shut out all the time
That has made me itching

For scratches of her cryin
For attacks of her velour
For her dances to ignore

The creases unkempt
To make it all repent
Make her unrake stitches

Pull unkind de ja vu
Pull the repent of her kill
Pull off all the caked, used glue