Settle down
I'm sinking in
to this dingy motel tub.
Stain the water
with the paint
from my sardonic, smiling face
now, babe, I got a flower in my hatband and
a sloshing bottle in my white gloved hand.
Do you think we'll still be laughing
in the morning...?
Blinking lights and bleary eyes
in a neon wash for a bloodshot lifetime,
and a swallow
is all I wanna take.
Besides, I'm still holding the bag.
Puddle up
pull the plug
colors circle 'round the drain
Pollute the night
with a laugh
from inside this facepaint bath.
And, babe, I been swirled 'round the world's full glass
and, for a bit, I guess, it was a helluva gas
but, ya know,
nobody makes it in the end...
so where's the joke end or begin?
Reddened nose and ***** jokes.
Life's a vacation, I'm a pig in a poke
and a mouthful
is all I need to take...
We all get left holding the bag.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 8:49 PM UTC
Settle down
I'm sinking in
to this dingy motel tub.
Stain the water
with the paint
from my sardonic, smiling face
now, babe, I got a flower in my hatband and
a sloshing bottle in my white gloved hand.
Do you think we'll still be laughing
in the morning...?
Blinking lights and bleary eyes
in a neon wash for a bloodshot lifetime,
and a swallow
is all I wanna take.
Besides, I'm still holding the bag.
Puddle up
pull the plug
colors circle 'round the drain
Pollute the night
with a laugh
from inside this facepaint bath.
And, babe, I been swirled 'round the world's full glass
and, for a bit, I guess, it was a helluva gas
but, ya know,
nobody makes it in the end...
so where's the joke end or begin?
Reddened nose and ***** jokes.
Life's a vacation, I'm a pig in a poke
and a mouthful
is all I need to take...
We all get left holding the bag.
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