I've gone stone deaf
My ear is cold meth
A frozen breath
On a winter morning
I'm a little late borning
The lambs hate fawning
It's a little trait warning
In a sky of blue
Coinciding with my new smoking
It's a box to put a joke in
And forget about until it
Surprises you later
Give it up now
Have you gone deaf to
Your own common sense?
Inner voice
