Slug - This Is How The Story Goes lyrics

This is And this is And this is How the And this is And this is And this-s-is And this is How-the-story-goes Sometimes I focus vision on the floater But rarely will I do it when I'm sober (you're always drunk) I like how her hair hold her shoulders (she's cute) And maybe if I stare, She'll come closer. (come here) If I work my words right she'll stay over. (girl what's your name?) Spend the night and tightly I will hold her. (give her a squeeze) Love is like a game of draw poker. (you always cheat) And me? I'm sitting on a hand full of jokers I heard she used to mess with Andy Broker But now he acts like he don't even know her Go to hell, yeah that's what he told her Squished her self esteem in between his molars Now she wanna take a bath with the toaster (don't do that) That experience makes the soul older (uh oh) I wish she would chill and take it slower (slow down) And try to climb off of this roller-coaster Girl, let me use my key to start your motor I'm good energy powered by solar You be the water and I'll be the boulder You want a fresh style, let me show ya He used to play for the San Diego chargers Time pa**es and the alcohol gets harder Day dreaming wishing that he was a farmer Pa**in' out on the couch in front of Bob Barker She knew that he would never try to harm her She used his money to open a beauty parlour Her math sk**s got a little sharper And his beer gut got a lot larger He used to be a strong self-starter Confident, in his own mind of marter But gone are the days of Jimmy carter And now all he does is sit around and sniff markers This month her hairs a little darker While his keeps creeping back a little farther And as she reads the editorial in harpers He's thinking about what he lost in the barter Seems to have misplaced his weaponry and armor Feels like a fish out of water, drowning in the tarter Man, life is like trying to light a sparkler He'd move away from this city, if he were smarter My numbers universal, but My names Irish And I'm a donor according to my drivers license I would settle for the title of co-pilot Cause I'm just tryna hold it all together like a hyphen! Could you point me to the closest fire hydrant? There's a growing inferno behind my eyelids Its not even like I'm attempting to hide it Instead, I'm just standing here trying to cover my privates The water feels good you should dive in Swim around and ignore the danger sirens! Come and join my (?) of pirates While we (?) into the artery of silence You can live with us, on a hidden Island! We'll eat and live off of berries and bison And on the weekends we'll take the kids to the drive-in So we can teach them all about s** and violence! You lack the minerals, the vitamins, as well as proper guidance The magazines lie and the gasoline's been siphoned Who here's in charge or the hiring and firing? All of us not know I haven't died yet And I still pa** my time writing rhymes I still pa** my time writing rhymes