Peanut butter loafers & grape jelly haze

Trailer Park Dialogue

Sugar Spice & Opium

Cherry Coke

Limbs

Seasonal depression
Whether the weather is festering
Single solid sticks of blisters on my callused hands
I'm a god in my own right, the dirt of the land
In your eyes, a lab rat retired to talk shows and cherry medicine
I used to feel the grooves of your soul and the sweat from the palm of your hands
But you were a wolf dressed as a lamb
& I wanted to save you, but i'm in a daze too
If this is a phase you're fuckin fake too
if all is fair in love and war then ride the wave boo
If this is our fate then I was born to fucking hate you

With flat tires on my peddle bike I do the walking
Had to be home by 6, so I start jogging
She worked really hard for spaghetti nights, always end in broken dishes over candlelight
I'm fighting instinct for a petty bite.
You're a poor excuse for a soul, the biggest lie
& I wanted to save you, but i'm in a daze too
If this is a phase you're fuckin fake too
if all is fair in love and war then ride the wave boo
If this is our fate then I was born to fucking hate you

Bert.

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