Acid Tooth — Billie Marten

Born anew every morning
Coffee in the cup

Questions with no answers
Plastic in the gut

And you'll worry yourself into mistrust
But oh giving it all up
And oh giving it all up

Acid tooth
By the evening
I have turned on me
And 'round it will go
Ever so slow
But oh letting it all go
And oh letting it all go

Trains of thought like ticking clocks
And wicked dreams that I forgot
Cry out to the numbers to make it stop
And I wish that I could turn it off
I wish that I could turn it off