where do I Start?
walk away with a
broken heart
pull the chain tighter
push the cart
half of us are going insane
resting’s illegal
out on the roof
fiddling sweet nothing
and providing the proof
should’ve smoked all that weed
now silly as a goose
proof is mixed in to the pudding’
it’s not for me
not what I see
and I mumble and mumble until death starts a spinning. it’s old and rotting
I wish I coulda been last one, last time, making stew from rooster, and sausage at the same time.
I’m outta order, out of...