I’m thinking of calling you
Cause I’ve finally disposed myself
into this flask in my hand
Bet it tastes like desperation
Drink me down, go on

Will it take more convincing?
Or will you be inclined to recognize
This ain’t Alice’s world anymore;
It’s all gone the way of reality
Like all the best dreams do

I’m insisting that you take me
If only to your sheets and shams
Where falling feels like rabbit fur
Soft and hot under your hand

I want you to press the white out of me.

So someone can make accusations
And we can get some answers
In the fraction of one night
While we’re trying to find Alice’s dress
Stuck behind the head of the bed