What being a piece of shit feels like
Patrick Campbell
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I.
Try to read a poem thats not my language
i still understand because its so famous
the feeling im getting is sorrow mournful joy
and i know that its here just for me to enjoy
i look at my friends and why were so famous
i try to run laps but im too lazy
my friends outside looking in at a soulful boy
and i know that im here just for them to enjoy
hand full of money for getting shameful
i drink cos i can and im unstable
no longer myself but now just a decoy
and i know that its here just for me to enjoy
the mornings all filled with a lousy plague
and i cant get dressed because im unable
im all by myself looking in at a soulful boy
and i know that im here for myself to enjoy
II.
Instrumental
III.
opossum tail wrapped round a tree
i dont know just what it means
could be an omen in disguise
that i will hang at sunrise
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