(Formaldehyde)

Just four those apple eyes
A comfort reconciled
Trite compost when you die
Formaldehyde, preserve my assets for me

So fun to be on top
I’d like to be on top
My top’s that floor of yours and the only way to reach it’s to swell my head
Sit for a patterned knock
A sober heart to heart
I’m sick of something
But it’s something and it’s not going to go away
It’s just that i feel so grounded, that’s when I start to sing like Sebadoh