(you
know you’re tired when you’re too tired
to be OCD
they filled the burn unit with their
fire
and still wanted more bodies from me)
tried
this life clean and sober
played
their little roll over rover
danced
the dance of their romance
let
them decide my last chance
fuck that shit
let
them choose the route to fame
make
all the rules in the game
turn
love into a four letter word
“yes
sir”, “yes sir” was all they heard
fuck that shit
they
stomped the heart i was dragging
i
gladly fell off of the wagon
took
a hit and several sips
set
sail on the early ship
that’s good shit
lost
at sea i linger free
from
all that i could never be
mold
me, make me then forsake me
i’ve
grabbed both ankles come and take me
fuck that shit
no
more living clean and sober
no
more little roll over rover
high
as a kite i write the fight
no
longer swallow, only bite
say that shit
pockets
lined with ill abuse
saturate
before the use
i’m
not a whore don’t slap my ass
no
genuflecting this ain’t mass
fuck that shit
let
it go and watch it flow
look
out for the undertow
the
cuts they give don’t reveal
no
free samples to help you heal
that’s their shit
be
a man and be at hand
dance
the dance as fast as you can
live
like lying is the truth
pucker
up you kissing booth
eat their shit
work
through lunch the day you die
vader
turns to the new guy
it’s
your turn to live and learn
be
my bitch and act concerned
fuck that shit
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