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TRSH - Spontaneous Cowboy

Head in the dry wall
With prescriptions I can’t fill
Ceiling fan keeps your breath in
My bed is my casket
Let’s lay together 
This world is losing interest in me
Let’s take a sick day for breakfast 
Let’s this make our home
My health gets worse and worse but at least we’re still together 
Let’s make this our home
Choke on our spit till we feel better
Gouge the price of gasoline
And try to make something out of me
I won’t feel better with you around
I won’t feel better at all
I’ll starve myself if you feel dehydrated 
I’ll wear your clothes if you just go on naked 
Your insides come out more and more with every word you cough up
If I’ve got a problem 
Then you’ve got a problem too
We could try and solve them but then I would have to look at you
In those eyes there’s nothing
When you say you love me
I’ll never get your temperament 
Or peace of mind
It was never meant

We fell asleep together 
Slept longer than we should should 
Then blame it on the weather

And all of the chances were never deserved 
And all will be wasted if I never learn

sick days

We all have the day off tomorrow
To live off of time we’ve borrowed
So let’s have a potluck While we can!
Always means always 
You said in the hallway 
Your arms look so uninviting 
Like a prison 
That I’ll die in
The rooms spins faster than I can
And I think I know the problem
I’m impressed with your ability
But you never noticed mine
The sun always happens to be directly in my eyes

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