a light man’s drunk mask

hustlin and bustling burning rags and wiping drunk face

i wanna take u over over over to my room damn im glad to

touch u touch u but im took

too drunk to feel u.

the whiskys got to be real hard

cause the truth is the feeling is hard

this soft sultry feeling is hard

so i throw it back with spit and salt

i wipe my face and feel u drool

i hug u hold u hug u hold u

haaaaaa hard to touch u

in this condition better to see u at school,

soft flower i cant drink ur dew, il drown u, ill drown u,

in my hurt

hear me run with wild flowers in meadows with sun and rain

in this house u will  find hard drink and pain

the meadow calls u i

ll wither away my dark face drunk a rag with no name

ill wither away till theres rain till whats left is

sun and rain


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