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Sometimes when you're writing
It'll feel like
A whole lotta bullshit

This is a good thing

This is where we live

Here in the bullshit
Festering in the pain
Rotting away with all the liars
The fakers
The lost
The drunks

You gotta recognize the bullshit
You gotta dig real deep in there
Get in all the way up to your elbows

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I wrote this on the toilet trying
To put words together
Wanting
To find a way to make you
Not hate us both

I know that im a
Sonofabitch
My mother admits as much

But

Its hard subsisting on
A steady diet of my
Own two feet

I need a drink
I need to walk out of this
Room and deal with whats left
Of the day

I walk out and lay down with you
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Nothing to get hung about -

I need you to know
When the hazel melts away
and all that's left is blue
I become useless

I live inside that beating, bleeding mass
Wrapped within your ribcage
And when it gives out
So do I

(Wake up
For me) - i beg

We solve nothing
by sleeping
in the pain
of our sorrows

Richard -

Vinyl pirouettes
Lending us songs
As we paint Sunday evening in our own kind of light
I do my best to live every second
To make every single last breath count

Tomorrow is just an empty threat