you were bored so you went my way, hand in hand toward the cascades. your baseball cap and your lonely days brought me up to keep your devils at bay. what a year how'd you last at all? drunk as shit by the last call. pity peacock, a damn shame. what a sweet call, what a sad game. you kept me up on the coattail to hang like rope from your boat sail. you smell so sweet but you still tell like a poor man paying a rich bail. your glory's held in a sad man's song, need somebody to ride along to pay your bills with your old set cause you always hate what you new get. off and on hear the door slam shut. off and on just to give a fuck. don't tell me. what am i to keep in your drunken head as you fall to sleep?
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