Listen up to my fucking mouth when I got something to say
When your eyes have somewhere to be placed
When I drive,
Away.
When I shed rubber from my tires all on this road
Living like I’m never alone
Harassing your body,
Super, super stoned.
Feeling my connection to this world plucked and vibrate like a tether
With your eyes providing the weather
Learning how to be,
Forever.
Sure as hell going to carpet-bomb your skin with my hands
All day talking about blah-blah and making plans
Making me shake,
Goddamn.
Making me shake all over this crust of this here planet
Pump me full of pills and just tell me to stand it
Don't care if it was a freak accident: If I’m dead,
I've always planned it.
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