When daddy was a dealer
And mommy was a dreamer
And life was always high
You couldn't catch us
Like a fever
But now I can see her-
Tears in her eyes
Momma took time off
Because she wanted to die
And the divorce came fast
But the pain came slow
When you're an adult in the body
Of a little snotty nosed
****
and
Smoke
I can see the scent
Of my ****** up childhood.
I guess you could call it descent.
Not growing up
But growing down
Into the sewers
Of my town
This dirtiness can never be washed
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 1:36 AM UTC
When daddy was a dealer
And mommy was a dreamer
And life was always high
You couldn't catch us
Like a fever
But now I can see her-
Tears in her eyes
Momma took time off
Because she wanted to die
And the divorce came fast
But the pain came slow
When you're an adult in the body
Of a little snotty nosed
****
and
Smoke
I can see the scent
Of my ****** up childhood.
I guess you could call it descent.
Not growing up
But growing down
Into the sewers
Of my town
This dirtiness can never be washed
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