They tell me that I’m always dreaming, that my meds don’t last out the whole season
they tell me I’m a big guy
ands big guys are scary when they freak out
I don’t know how far I believe them
Tell me gotta leave my house
but my house is where all my shit is
And I don’t know if they can witness
what a 6 foot 78 geezer breathing weird on the street’s like
How my steps are short and chest tight
rush back home before the night
when the night used to be my domain
with street lights glowing in the rain
and always find a place to hide
beneath the trees that’s nice and dry
til the lights went out for me
and now I get my meds for free
they come to me right through the post now
but I miss the baggies and the convos
with people who didn’t fuck with no one
and rolling up my meds to smoke
sharing my meds to toke
but now we can’t because of covid
and other reasons i don’t dwell on
and myriads of other reasons
some being that i can’t find a guy
who delivers to the old estate on flitwick drive
this verse is long
but so this song

(Gtfo)

so I’ve got this new lighter that’s basically just a taser
arc lighter makes an X with two conductors
you put ur cig to the shock
then ur rocking with your socks on
I'd trade you in a minute for a heard of Oxen
and this music gimmick's great until you put the vox on
and now i’ve got the dustpan
for the glass of wine that didn’t follow the plan
to stay upright on the table while i got my groove on
it’s the little victories but the defeats always take so long
i look good in my pink thong
button down but the shirt on
posing for the only fans but my only fan left me when I went mad and now theyre long gone
I dream of them believe me when I tell you that that shit’s long
broken glass is always in my head
broken glass all over my bed
broken friendships make me wishing i was dead
shit
too real
reel it back
to puppies or turtles or something
you always had the better scratch