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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