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Dripping Drunk Southern Psychdream
you don't know if its up or down or up
head in the clouds like its where its supposed to fuckin' be
used to drink every day, got so fucked up
stumblin' down the hall with the lights off, couldn't see a fuckin' thing
strap me down, wrap me in that sweet straightjacket
if i scream, if i screech remind me to shut my fuckin' mouth
thought i could walk, i could talk like 'em but i could never hack it
so i grew these broken wings and made my way fuckin' south
head in the clouds like its where its supposed to fuckin' be
used to drink every day, got so fucked up
stumblin' down the hall with the lights off, couldn't see a fuckin' thing
strap me down, wrap me in that sweet straightjacket
if i scream, if i screech remind me to shut my fuckin' mouth
thought i could walk, i could talk like 'em but i could never hack it
so i grew these broken wings and made my way fuckin' south
Published 3rd May 2016
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3rd May 2016 3:09am
I love the title of the piece. My only suggestion is that if you're trying to go for an ABAB rhyme scheme, rhyming up with itself doesn't work to well.
3rd May 2016 3:11am
Thank you! My titles always seem to be the strongest parts of my pieces, sadly. However, my intention was to write this as if I was drunk doing it... That's why the rhyming is off.
