Could have been good if it wasn't for you Fucked up with one fucked more with two Could have had money could have had fun Who knew ten pounds would weigh as a ton Shoving the shit into the trunk Packed in the back with the rest of the junk Let's go for a ride out to the lake No saying how long this will take
Your birthday all zeros no pictures in frames Small bodies in water my head in flames I have been dead since you've been alive Could have stayed home and make you taste knives Roll empty bottles of supposed meds Drink while you play dream of hammered in heads No driver present a block on the floor Misery moving off shore
Crib death
A sliced open stomach to pull out the slime So hard to name these worst of times Might have been different if there was some help Sent out dressed in beatings with belts No one is asking nobody cares I wonder how fast you could go down the stairs Put in the bag and tossed in the can Burned every inch but the hands
Got a collection stored in a stack Encased in concrete never turn black You have a brother under the lid You'll be together and very well hid A family forgotten in quick setting mix Decaying decor behind the bricks Pipes have burst there will be no rust Children gathering dust
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