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psycho sis----kourtnisixxx,anna grin, johnrot collab

kourtnisixxx,anna grin, and johnrot    
   
smoke out the window  
we should know better  
then to obsess on last drags  
yesterday  
well  
when everything started collapsing  
i tried to hold the lines  
   
i tried to  
know the difference  
between quitting while i was ahead  
and giving up  
   
shoestring theory  
only leaves me strung out  
on safety  
maybe  
next time  
i'll die  
trying  
to conversate with a few less mimes  
   
then again  
deaf ears listen better  
when I got a  
$10 bottle of wine  
and that wannabe psychiatrist  
at the bar  
is always throwing his 2 cents  
in my broken tip jar  
   
funny how questions  
are answers  
pissing in the wind  
people never listen  
but always  
have dead beat opinions  
too bad  
it's as useful    
as motel 6 bitches  
tricking  
for a score  
   
I'm too broke  
for my own habits  
much less yours  
hell  
the roaches  
won't even shit  
on my dishes anymore  
   
So then this is us inventing new hangover cures  
And I don't know what you want to hear  
'I'll do better next time'?    
Let me define myself  
In chemical signatures,    
little autographs to my ego  
I have to check the EEG to see if I'm dreaming  
It spells anna  
It's becoming my name  
I don't want a drip  
 I want optitrex eye mist  
I want to rebuild only the layers of me that weigh nothing  
I am FDA approved through and through  
And you can't prove  
 otherwise  
My answer is always  
It depends how much honesty you really want  
   
dolla drafts are way cheaper  
than tryin to get this bitch  
to bill medicaid again  
played a demon in pool for a shot  
and permission to re write the necronomicon  
while the bartender shouted  
John!!!!  
quit talkin to your self  
   
this motel was'nt free  
it's not me  
it's you  
but i guess that's what we are all used to  
a projection of insecurities  
   
somebody broke god's heart  
in half  
alanis morrisette is mad  
crack  
 is the only reason  
anybody is doin cartwheels  
anymore  
   
 i've been here before  
yeh i know what time it is  
baby hide in the shower while me and the maid  
discuss the finer things  
   
a 454 chevy  
a good houdini into mexico  
and the lesser price of oxy  
border patrol ain't checkin for a soul  
and i'm sure we can fit 3 of ours  
behind the panel of this briefcase  
and in the trunk  
   
shit don't always play out how it should  
so don't hold your breathe  
actually  
suffocation might be your best bet  
'cause Spanish men like some ass  
and I can bounce a quarter off of that  
in fact  
I'm seein' a fat sack  
   
half a cigarette is starting to look a lot like me  
burnt out and cancerous  
but what's not hazardous ain't any fun  
and I'm about ready to say fuck it  
blowin smoke out the window  
kills time when you're barely alive  
provoking what's left to rot in the pit  
   
karma is a promise that rides my dick like a slut  
fucking me back with a fist  
and bustin' a nut  
a sadist for the masochist  
that needs hell in large doses  
but  
what she doesn't know  
is I'm addicted to psycho-sis  
   
   
that's what happens  
when you start replacing water  
with Jack on the rocks  
lookin' for a thrill  
in the devils cum filled gym socks  
yesterday looks alot like today  
but that's ok  
'cause last time I checked it was drowned in a shot  
of e and j
smoke out the window
Written by johnrot
Published | Edited 12th May 2014
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