[Intro]
It is 3:17
And I have become
A desert with a blanket

[Verse 1]
I woke up with a tongue like a postage stamp
Stuck to the roof of a little mouth camp
Where the air got rented by a snore machine
And my lips went missing from the moisture scene

I was dreaming of fountains and glacial streams
Little blue gods in my fever dreams
Then I came back down to my mortal plight
With a throat like cardboard in the middle of the night

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, I don’t need wisdom
I don’t need grace
I don’t need answers
From the void of space

I don’t need meaning
I don’t need power
I need one sip
At this ungodly hour

[Chorus]
I need water
Just a little water
Tepid nightstand water
In a cup from yesterday

I need water
Mercy in the slaughter
Tepid nightstand water
Don’t care what people say

[Verse 2]
My mouth is a museum of abandoned rain
A chalkboard sermon in a dust campaign
Every breath I took was a theft from me
Now I’m a raisin with anxiety

There’s a cup by the lamp like a holy grail
With a fingerprint moon and a stale exhale
Is it fresh? No, baby, but I do not care
There are chemical wars in my bedroom air

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, I don’t need comfort
I don’t need light
I don’t need justice
In the court of night

I don’t need angels
I don’t need bread
I need that cup
By the side of my bed

[Chorus]
I need water
Just a little water
Tepid nightstand water
In a cup from yesterday

I need water
Mercy in the slaughter
Tepid nightstand water
Don’t care what people say

[Post-Chorus]
One sip
One sip
One sip and I’ll survive

One sip
One sip
Bring my little mouth back to life

[Break – speedy rap, dense and breathless]
I’m brittle in the middle of a midnight brittle-mouthed crisis
My sinus signed a treaty with the dryness and the vice grip
I’m lip-split, throat-hit, cotton-swabbed, dehydrated
Half-awake, negotiating with a cup that’s been marinating

On the nightstand, slight bland, lukewarm relic
Little glass chalice with a dust mote aesthetic
Room-temp blessing, bedside confession
I don’t need a beverage with a sparkling impression

No ice, no slice, no purified rite
No mineral spring from a mountain of light
No cucumber hint, no artisanal mist
Just a criminal sip from a cup I dismissed

I rise like a goblin with a medical mission
A tactical crawl in a parched condition
Every molecule calls from the rim like a choir
Singing “drink, little fool, you are ninety percent fire”

I’m a dry-mouth mammal with a blanket cape dragging
Jawbone clicking and the pillow still bragging
That it stole all the moisture from the cave of my face
Now I’m speed-running thirst in a half-dark place

So I grip that glass with a pilgrim precision
Make one small choice with enormous conviction
And the whole room stops for the sacred transaction
Tepid little sip, catastrophic satisfaction

[Drop Back]
Ahhh

[Bridge]
I do not care
That it’s warm
I do not care
That it’s old

I have crossed
The dunes of sleep
For the treasure
I can hold

[Final Chorus]
I need water
Just a little water
Tepid nightstand water
In a cup from yesterday

I need water
Mercy in the slaughter
Tepid nightstand water
Don’t care what people say

[Final Post-Chorus]
One sip
One sip
One sip and I’ll survive

One sip
One sip
Bring my little mouth back to life

[Outro]
It is 3:19
And I have returned
To the swamp