Sure I’ll Listen to You Die

Been drinkin' White Lightning
Been workin' overtime
The chasis is an old version of me
A candlelit nighttime remedy
A rooftop realist
With only root tip wellness plans
And a ghost
Listening always
Hey man, can I come visit your lonely abode?
In a shadowy fiend I find a sense of well-being
Almost always inside of a field of growing blue grass
Desperate does the cattle feel
Lonely, is the midnight appeal
From the hillside,
I've from the times when
People cried, died, and lied
But love lived on
Past the future
Past the past
Past the days that I tried to make last
In wonderland paradise
I died again

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