Saturday, April 10, 2010

Worry since you can
clear head for problems
god sends things my way
just to dissolve in the solvent
of beer, and piss
pills and things
that take away the strain
of a full days work
passing time with bulls eyes
shots ringing full time
over time and out of line
I said, "I didn't think I was an answer."
You have all the answers,
pretty little dancer
shitty little obvious choice
don't you know you're
another symptom for those boys
who strain
and say,
"I didn't think she was an answer,"
its just a complication
of getting so high
its just an indication
to foreshadow my life

21 years and the bar still saves a seat for me
when I was 9 I hung so high off the ground
counted back from 100 and blacked out after 40
the belt broke and thunder crashed a sound
of my head that fell off and never fell back on

yeah and for a second I could see myself at 21
I waved goodbye and figured,
maybe I'm just nobodys son
maybe I'm just nobody's son
could've would've should've,
ay dad?
maybe I am nobody's son.

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