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Covered In Joy
Been
pissing my days away, slip off tanqueray
headaches keep the faces, painted in shades of grey
I close the curtain...just letting my brains decay
certain i'm sick of working just to watch my laces fade.
Always mix my mind state with the same ingredient
and too cheap to use weed as my main inebriant.
Where’d the cash go,
I couldn’t keep track...
But I have been running from the past for the last four.
Sometimes I feel like I want to get in an accident
crash again, splash my brains off the dashboard.
Then I relapse again,
ever talk to some dumb bitch, and when she laugh, you want to take her face and smash it in?
Well.......that’s kind of how it is for me
I find myself picking all the prostitutes with missing teeth
but she cant go to the cops, so, she visits me
an to make up, we split a liter of Bartons.
....I can barely fit, into the ignition key
lost a kid and my wife in just a week.
So where’s my inspiration to straighten up?
I have been in counseling for 4 years...shits fake as fuck.
Saying the path I taken is mapped by Satan, but...
they ask how i’m doing and, shit, I just make it up.
...Fuck passing out, I just take two vivarin...
piss and then the liquors got me feeling like a kid again.
Pissed again, started wondering if this'll end,
pissed again, this day is the same as every one before it.
Penned
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...Take a step: one step, one dive...
...Fate is death. A leap of faith over sunset's sunrise...
...Hate is everpresent, some let love die...
...even if you laced loosely, some get tongue tied... elo§overeign ˜W™
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