im so sufficiently wasted alive, i dont need to survive you again, i got my own needy hands.

supine palms unfolded dead awake in chicago, trying to needle and dime the larger ends

its a sad sick song,

so
i play along.


got 40 invested in the irish distilled broken down brothers all cry,

its my brothers blood, its my punched gut,

so what?

so sing sweet and soft, ill befree