Stale as a 2 day half full beer Cigarette boats float around in here A field in my gut lacking sunshine Put down like a teenagers first drink I cough up compliments I think You're better off walking away while you still can
She was passing through to climb a hill As you slipped and slid on my gut spill My better half was praying for you to fall
Rotten like a 3 week half full glass of breast milk, drunken off my ass I would give anything to erase the past nine years of my life Put down like a prostitute in court All liberty soon to abort like my sanity, like thoughts of you
She was passing through to climb a hill As you slipped and slid on my gut spill My better half was praying for you to fall Praying for you to fall So pitiful Praying for you to fall I'm fuckin' pitiful
Praying for you to fall So pitiful Praying for you to fall So fuckin' pitiful
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