dumped all my clothes in the river down the road my lower half swims back and my backside is washed up once more one of these days ill expose my bare ass to the shore
i will walk with my hands on the floor ill say things I’ve never before if i had to choose id continue to lose my head over you as my feet start the climb from the floor
its become clear that this aint the life I’ve been fighting for tell me again what was it i said that knocked em all dead on the floor? now I’ve walked for days to appear in this familiar way
and I’ve seen it all from hell back to hartford from florida to new england fall oh how the portraits portray us as breeds id wake the dead, but i think its best i get to bed
i tell ben that my hands always shake cuz i can’t pick out which friends to make he says “you’re a real go getter” “bet you’ve never been to heaven and you’ve never felt better than you do right here right now”
i don't think thats how the song is gonna end, but I’m too tired to finish it artwork is a drawing by scott bevins song is by me, jason
what do u think
its so late and I’m so tired why am i doing this
