Are you hoping to get out of this mess
truckloads of coffee, conditioned to confess
you're a bird on a wire
and you're wrestling

who's dirty laundry are you turning out fresh
little miss bossy is brimming with breast
you're a bird on a wire
and you're wrestling
no station is final

popping the p____s and the pins
are you stopping to smell the good sins
are you stopping to lift the good dress

geriatric at 20 years old
break like a matchstick as soon as you're told
you're a bird on a wire
and you're wrestling
no station is final

don't do what I do

(you're rotting now)
yah whatever, she said

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