Neurotransmission

Autumn coming
Like gold fish
Far left of field

All I want is nothing
Nothing to feel

And it's a wise mans wonder
That we're still somehow surviving
Clutching on
Drawing straws
Raw faced
And thriving

And on my wise words I choke
From the pressure on my Werneke's
Aphasia's got the best of me

Give it up give it up
Give it all you got
Or something a little like it
Get you straight to the top

I can't promise you roses
But I can give you poems
Written upside down hopes
Cut up and burnt

Pulled out at the seams
That's all about me

Give it up give it up
Give it all you got
Or something a little like it
Get you straight to the top

Water me down
With a fine white wine
Or something much stronger
If we've not the time

For winter is coming
The tropes are all running
Drooling and fooling
And fighting for you

Give it up give it up
Give it all you got
Or something a little like it
Get you straight to the top

Give it up give it up
Give it all you got
Or something a little like it
Get you straight to the top

And in my jumbled state of sanity
My word salad makes you laugh
If that's all that there is left of me
I'll take you straight to the top

Give it up give it up
Give it all you got
Or something a little like it
Get you straight to the top