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Petty Cash


turn the knobs, last drops fall from my shower head, dry myself till my skins red then im outa here, glass of milk tie my shoes tobagon snug around my head, pack it all dread these walls again and then im outa here, a whole lot of nothins all i got to do today, id call my dad but then he'd know im mad about the mess im in, i walk a little harder cause the loss of breath is not as bad, as knowing that instead of living here im just dying, fast, and yet again, and yet again, and yet again and yet again dedicate a beer, to the intuitions of another year, spent as petty cash, for my brain to blow, in on a roll, but i need a road, im on a roll, well leavin every weekends bringing nothing but a cold fact, i gotta go back, to a hell on earth compared to heaven that is anywhere but here, and my girlfriend isnt helpin cause im sick of yelling at her, and thats after, the fact that all she has to tell me is about the happiness she found, three thousand miles away, three thousand miles away, and yet again, and yet again, and yet again and yet again dedicate a beer, to the intuitions of another year, spent as petty cash, for my brain to blow, in on a roll, but i need a road, im on a roll,