It’s a Lonely World I dwell in,
Imprisoned, forever a first time
felon.
Tellin’ myself tomorrow’ll be the
seventh
Day, time to rest. God of my
universe,
But I’ve yet to test my own miracles.
Swallowed them, they refuse to
digest,
And I can’t upchuck, so I’m stuck.
Constant pain in the pit of my gut.
Just a pathetic dude whose energetic
Tools is limited to acting uncouth
Like a drunk snoozing in booze.
Wake up woozy, spirit oozing the
blues.
A floozy seducing a fool.
Life is like that to me.
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