Is there help for me, or hell for me –
that missing P, is the missing piece to my peace
Please excuse me while I take a ***,
smoking good ***, to get steamed like a pea.
And I’m sorry, I might flip you off
when these plans don’t pan out so well –
Saying I might handle my liquor quite well,
don’t push it to a point, of filling me up like a well
And even when we’re both so blind in love,
darling I still hope you’ll always see me well –
doing my, best to keep you well.
But...
She starts to ask me if it gets any harder –
as she’s trying to learn how to grasp it harder;
As it stands, she’s scared of making it any harder
but let me admit, this sort of thing, does gets harder
What do you expect, she fell in love with
a man, who never takes of his
heart’s armour.
