Dozer
Bad shopping list in a clenched fist
I'm in the midst of a cracked existence
Tell you off with a stubborn cough
Our arms aloft, eyes fade a little bit
The coffee on the front porch cold
Sputtering mutterings gets old
No one deserves to be told:
You're gonna be a lonely one
Dozed off again, I'm pissed off again
I'm pissed off again, no more talking
I've had enough, runneth the cup
I'm getting up, I'm shaking of my antlers
Slam my fist against a dirty wall
Free men out in the hall
No one deserves to be told:
You're gonna be a lonely one
What have I used?
What have I done?
Autor(es): Deep State
