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the job company
waking up from a bad dream an hour before i fell asleep again
smells like a ten year old cross town city bus in here
where nostrils whisper every lil sniffle
that life says she loves me but she gotta be with the other safe bet
him
he who is not having to do as many push ups as his addictions
as a guy who shaves
not a tattoo dude who's seen and done some things he would not ever share with you if you weren't there
she needs the easy douche bag with decorative guitars and
religion
who doesn't ask too many questions and just let's her do her thing
who prolly won't get drunk and beat the shit out of her but take her back after all her devious transgressions
one who hasn't spent enough time smoking cigarettes next to dumpsters to figure out you have to become a scary thing
to not be afraid anymore
a man who i'm obviously still jealous of
but in spite of feeling sorry for myself
the lady always only beats me by a fender
a C hair
by a clip of a kool short that i gave to a homeless woman down on florida blvd anyway
always shark week in the city and all the good girls know somehow
you accidentally married a hooker once
the problem was
it really was for love
for penance
something to write about later
to find out how to beat the piss test
just after all the heroin dealers get kicked out of the halfway house
and now all you really wanna do is relapse
smells like a ten year old cross town city bus in here
where nostrils whisper every lil sniffle
that life says she loves me but she gotta be with the other safe bet
him
he who is not having to do as many push ups as his addictions
as a guy who shaves
not a tattoo dude who's seen and done some things he would not ever share with you if you weren't there
she needs the easy douche bag with decorative guitars and
religion
who doesn't ask too many questions and just let's her do her thing
who prolly won't get drunk and beat the shit out of her but take her back after all her devious transgressions
one who hasn't spent enough time smoking cigarettes next to dumpsters to figure out you have to become a scary thing
to not be afraid anymore
a man who i'm obviously still jealous of
but in spite of feeling sorry for myself
the lady always only beats me by a fender
a C hair
by a clip of a kool short that i gave to a homeless woman down on florida blvd anyway
always shark week in the city and all the good girls know somehow
you accidentally married a hooker once
the problem was
it really was for love
for penance
something to write about later
to find out how to beat the piss test
just after all the heroin dealers get kicked out of the halfway house
and now all you really wanna do is relapse
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