Seven Blankets

I think he says drafts, not draughts..

"limited by slipping and falling and getting up, shaking your head and coming back inside"

"a pear that loses all its juice, a tooth that's coming loose..."

at the end I hear something like: "I'm aware it's time we blew up the world that you were stuck like we were glued with your distaste to I'm trying to be true and forgiving"

but that doesn't make much sense.