A buzz-saw a buzzing
Looking back through time
It's no longer the problem
That I thought it was
The tap-tap-tap of hammer on nails
Sitting here smoking a cigarillo
Drinking iced coffee
And thinking of my prime
I make few friends
Sometimes I can't even trust those
Often they drive up
And want to stay which way and when
I'm having oral *** with my trumpet
While holding hands with the dark
I shout out to the heavens
My eyes so full of stars
I dropped a letter to my Doctor
Giving him my order
Soon I will be flush
Not bothered by anything
I always go through them
Way too fast
Then I sit there in the corner
Licking my wounds
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 1:56 PM UTC
A buzz-saw a buzzing
Looking back through time
It's no longer the problem
That I thought it was
The tap-tap-tap of hammer on nails
Sitting here smoking a cigarillo
Drinking iced coffee
And thinking of my prime
I make few friends
Sometimes I can't even trust those
Often they drive up
And want to stay which way and when
I'm having oral *** with my trumpet
While holding hands with the dark
I shout out to the heavens
My eyes so full of stars
I dropped a letter to my Doctor
Giving him my order
Soon I will be flush
Not bothered by anything
I always go through them
Way too fast
Then I sit there in the corner
Licking my wounds
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