Two more cans went out the window
“Here’s another one,” she said
We drove hours down dark country roads
while we were drunk as hell,
chasing whiskey with malt liquor
and sins with amphetamines to not pass out
With new crimes for each new state
We’ll never see the jail cells in all the small towns we leave behind
Inspired drunken dreams; familiar faces, slightly older
Bitter grins show our failures and weary spirits
We lost time and youth to indifferent towns
This is me hiding from everything we said we’d never become.
So we drink our beer and sip our wine
With this knife, I’ll cut myself down to size
I’ll cut away this brain and rotten flesh
I’m just a corpse now, I died 6 years ago
I’m walking meat and bone that won’t catch on..
We were crippled at birth when we first fed from our mothers with the oxytocin running through our veins
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