i want to be great again
like i used to be all about
before your leathery grip
tried to ***** me out

woke up in dirt face down drooling
i was never great
mediocre on a good day
who am i fooling

surrounded by lost souls
tellin' outrageous tales
of stabbings with screwdrivers
and albino whales

returned home 5 weeks later
no recollection of what transpired
only clue a picture I painted
a mother holding her child's feet to fire