I know it’s hard cause I’m feeling soft.
I get off, looking on.
I get bored just getting off.
Someone come turn my spigot off.
Where do I start? Where would I go?
How would it end? How should I know?
I know you. And you know me.
Wait, we ain’t never met. You don’t know what the fuck I mean.
I didn’t understand from where I’s standing,
far, far away, shouting, demanding.
I ain’t hung up no more. I’m just hanging out.
It took me quite a long time to figure that out.
I could describe the sky. I could describe the ground.
I could look up. I could look down to you.
I’m laughing. I’m crying.
I’m singing. I’m shouting.
Does anybody know what I’m talking abouting.
I’m with him, and he’s clean.
But I misspoke. We both smell like machines.
I’m pushing my breath. I’m grabbing my beer.
I’m holding my tongue. I’m swallowing tears.
You go queef. And I’ll go cum.
If you stay a little longer, we can both get some.
I gotta go to work. I gotta go to bed.
But I got a hard on the side of my head.
I don’t care where you put. I don’t mind.
When we’re burning in hell, we won’t be alive.
I don’t wanna get up. No, I don’t wanna face it.
I didn’t lose my hope. I just misplaced it.
I huff, and I puff. I got to decide.
I’d swallow my pride, but my throat just ain’t that wide.
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