The Whore in Yourself
You brother said they give you a bed every night
Your mother wept cause she thinks that you're dead every night
Your lover left
He said he had a good night
Your sister canned all the secrets you told her that night
You should get more in touch with the whore in yourself
You should be open to life and not for yourself
When you talk you stand up and sit by me
And you seem to incline musically, that you want to be all
And I barely think
We can drink for free
We can drink for free, oh
Let's go back down to eat
Autor(es): Chris Garneau
