in the new year. As midnight clocks are singing, good chance I'll be slobbering somewhere. Probably pass out, wasted, and sleeping until the smoke clears. Vague memories
It's killing time the t.v.'s on with a bottle of shit buried needle the record player's forgotten not to spin so, you're feeling useless well, the bidding
There's a letter at my momma's house, came with a folded flag. It says Right now, I'm coming home in a body bag. It's a pride and a pain that are one
Teeth ripped out of gums hit sparkling gray squares of concrete screams in technicolor pain doubled over spitting blood the freezing rain never felt