Camber

Im on my way, today. Boxed up, retreated to my dismay. I dont like this room. Stench of smoke, stale booze perfume. Cut at the knees, again. Packed in, defeated and shedding skin. I am exposed and been stored and secreted to my chagrin. Theres nothing in this room. No myths left here to exhume. What you deserve when you assume youre safe up on the tightrope. Im on my way, today
[ West Village Idiot Lyrics ]