A piece of a roll
Stuck in my throat
Thought that was the end
Thought I’d not see you again
Elementary, I suppose
Take a share of my clothes
Maybe see you later
There’s a few decent shirts
No leftover skirts
They been repossessed
Things best left unleft
In the slide of a downslope
We do clown around so
And go give a fuck to a hater
If that beast is you though
I feel you, I do bro
And if you don’t know your worth
And if you’re yearning for earth
Put your head on my shoulder
Because we’re both fucking soldiers
And we’ll sit here together ‘til it’s safer
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