3:03
out in the midwest it’s been
cold, winter’s coming but I
feel every inch of heat that’s
coming from my feet
on the asphalt I prayed
to my father’s ghost that
I could disappear like him
what am I losing if I have nothing at all
your voice is soothing when I’m crawling
out to you
away
pop my pills to feel the same
Smokey Robinson in flames
fireworks and chimney smoke
17 and about to croak
tin cans and a bottle of gin
plastic bags in the neighbor’s bin
nobody’s noticed that I haven’t been outside
stalking my neighbors with the eggs that I just fried
away
pop my pills to feel the same
smokey robinson in flames
fireworks and chimney smoke
17, life is a joke