Testo Mouthbreather

Mouthbreather, breathe deeper.
You won't choke on your tongue,
I'm a promise keeper.

Swollen and clammy hands,
clamber to the bath
as fast as you can.
Oh, tell me what's the matter.
You better stop.
Tracer of a straight line,
tracing fingers over wallpaper designs
those hallway diamonds see how they shine.

My hard sigher,
don't dry off just yet,
lay there soaking wet
and as still as you can.

Oh, tell me what's the matter,
you better listen daughter,
get in the hot water,
then get yourself in the cool, cool water.