Daylight
Creeping through the curtains
Where did the night go
I’m not certain
Who the hell is snoring in my room
Confused
Can’t find the light switch
No clothes
Who is this blonde bitch?
I’ll just pray she doesn’t wake up soon
Long miles
Rolling back behind me
Bald tires
Working just to be free
Why can’t I just find a nine to five
Tired eyes
No way to mask it
Going
Nowhere but the casket
Often wonder how I stay alive
I’d give anything
To have a taste of home
An easy job
No more to roam
Pass out, wake up, do it all again
Why the hell would I complain?
Damn I’m good…almost insane
But I’d be ten times better if I had time for heroin…
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