Tied House, Tied Down
Kwyjibo
Posts: 662
Dying eight hours a day
for eighty dollars
that I'll only drink away
trapped in a sad little routine
of toil, sweat, binging, and sleep
with no escape in sight
from nightmares about you, I have every night
I'm just blue, a blue collar
I'm just blue, a blue mood
I'm never through, another dollar
I wish I was through...
through with you
these cuts on my arms
will turn to souvenirs of harm
call off the dogs, look at these scars
I'm having a rough time, things are already hard
so call me an asshole
but call off the dogs
I'll be in the back room,
with a gun and my thoughts
for eighty dollars
that I'll only drink away
trapped in a sad little routine
of toil, sweat, binging, and sleep
with no escape in sight
from nightmares about you, I have every night
I'm just blue, a blue collar
I'm just blue, a blue mood
I'm never through, another dollar
I wish I was through...
through with you
these cuts on my arms
will turn to souvenirs of harm
call off the dogs, look at these scars
I'm having a rough time, things are already hard
so call me an asshole
but call off the dogs
I'll be in the back room,
with a gun and my thoughts
The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
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nice to see some actual opinions and not "good job" "nice work" "beautiful"
really, thanks
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.