Stay poor and die trying
Take the d** I didn't take
Lay the who*es I didn't lay
Because I was too afraid that I might like it
Carry scissors with your teeth
Bury your burdens underneath your lover's skin
Pack a bag and pick a fight
Lead with your left
And leave while your lies still breed
Wherever you arrive
Pick another fight
And leave the f**ing bag behind
You may be wondering
Where all this wandering leads
You're lost but at least
You've nowhere to be and no one to leave you
Truth or dare, are you on fire
And if so, how do you know?
And if not, do you burn to be?
Because I do
When I see you
But you can't see me
And you may be wandering
Driveway to driveway drunk
A ghost without a house to haunt
The last of my feral friends
I know you're lonely
But don't waste your breath
Telling me that you want what I have
No one believes you