Green-leaf dawn implies Something sweet in mind. But it's still your fingers in my back pocket. Makes me wonder why I sit here so tall, And why I run from the walls. Critters by the litter Come gushing out my eyes, Like fears yet worth the fright. So, pour me a drink, And I'll spill this dark ink. I'll tell you it's all for you, But it ain't it's just my way of coping With this bleary-eyed baby girl. Well, it's just my way of coping With this bleary-eyed baby girl, Dying on my kitchen floor. [But it ain't it's just my way of coping With this bleary-eyed baby girl. Well, it's just my way of coping With this bleary-eyed baby girl, Dying on my kitchen floor.]