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March 30th
04:53
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March 30th,
A day I can't forget,
A faded tattoo on a hand,
The burn marks from my cigarettes.
Three years was a long ass time and I don't regret a second.
Just the ones apart.
Your inner demons worth a mention I have no better expression,
than I'd eat them if I could from the start.
Love turns to hatred, to jealousy, obsession.
we'll reap the seed we've sewn.
we built on roots and growing trees
and now the foundations seized,
I'll eat the sour grapes that we've grown.
March 30th,
A day I can't forget,
A faded tattoo on a hand,
The burn marks from my cigarettes.
We swore our souls were stitched together, till death do us part.
The stitch broke & tailor's out of thread.
Fuck! He's out of needles too, I surely could've used a few.
You're better off without me and I'm better off dead.
Always helped the best I knew and visit when I could.
In the Psych ward where it gets so god-damned cold.
In the waiting room I stand, a boy aged into a man.
I watched my world dissolve and I grew old.
March 30th,
A day I can't forget,
A faded tattoo on a hand,
The burn marks from my cigarettes.
and they lie down my wrist,
hey, hey, back it up and I,
I saw you, looking so good,
talk to you, wish that I could
you're doing ok, have a nice life, I wish that you would now
and they lie down my wrists
and they lie down my wrists
pick it up march 30th, the day that I see
every year on the calendar, it still seems new to me
wish I could forget, better if I don't
I got nothing to show for it, talk to me, whoa
I wish that you would
I wish that you could
I wish that you would
but you won't, so fuck all that, I say
March 30th,
March 30th,
March 30th,
and fuck all those cigarettes.
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She said, I hate you when you're drunk.
I said, then you'll hate me most of the time. You better stop faking the funk.
All I wanna do is paint your face. come eat some spunk
And unless I'm drinking i'm quiet and stoic. You could say im a monk
Just a little more drunk, a little more violent. I'm saying things that she aint liking.
Just a little more drunk, a little more violent. I'm saying things that she aint liking.
She said, I hate you when you're drunk, and you're, you're such an ass.
And I said, Fuck that nigga Kris, I'll step up, and beat his ass.
A broken bottle, over the head just don't slow me down.
Matter of fact I'll be drunk, until I'm 6 feet or less, under this fucking ground
Just a little more drunk, a little more violent. I'm saying things that she aint liking.
...is not liking) on Vicodin, or maybe Dilaudid. I don't give a fuck. Whatever you call it.
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I Skinned Mary's Lamb
01:50
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Mary had a little lamb and her house burned down from arson.
It started raining while i write this song. and she's been waiting 3 years too long.
Hurting, but we're dying all along. she swears I'm the one that she'll never disconnect from. never disconnect.
She started walking the freeway alot wondering if I'm still in the garage. Rose gold shades, the times we had.
Maybe fighting with you wasn't all that bad.
Mary had a little lamb, and her house burned down from arson, Mary' had another man, Mary's house done burned apart.
You feed my self doubt and i feed you addictions. I hoped you would find something better with him.
I guess you didn't and proved me right. We're all just moths attracted to the light.
I'd love to tell you that it ends well but it didn't because i failed.
No punchline, so where the joke is?
your memory is my livers cirrhosis.
Mary had a little lamb, and her house burned down from arson, Mary' had another man, Mary's house done burned apart.
Mary had a little lamb, and her house burned down from arson, Mary' had another man, Mary's house done burned apart.
Fuck Mary.
Fuck Mary!
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My breakfast was straight out the medicine cabinet
a remedy for the aftermath of my habits
sometimes it's the ones who try to help
that hurt the most
I feel like we're playing tug of war and I'm the rope
and I'm stretched to the limit
but you keep on pulling
and I'm gunna lose my goddamn mind, I'm gunna lose my mind
I want to hide away in the back of a cave
at the top of a mountain
where no one can hear me and no one can see me
so I don't have to deal with them
and they don't have to deal with me
Cause relationships are overrated
maybe I'm just tired and jaded
but I'm sorry I just like myself more than I like you
So call me anit-social call it masterbation
Either way it's a solo operation
I'm just far more comfortable alone
It appears that apathy
has gotten the best of me
cause I'm so tired of you talking my ear off
about all your problems I just can't fix
I don't appreciate this unwanted company
and your constant chatter
reminds me why I'd rather you leave me be
So call me anit-social call it masterbation
Either way it's a solo operation
I'm just far more comfortable alone
CHORUS
Cause people are ugly and people are hateful
distructive and greedy
we're proud and ungrateful
the world would be so much better off without us
So swallow a bullet
or a handful of pills
we're all compost in training
and there's graves left to fill
we distract ourselves to make us feel like we're not just mistakes
we distract ourselves to make us feel like we're not just mistakes
It seems that everybody's always got a bone to pick
a promise to break, never again will I make that miskate
Of trusting anyone
trusting anyone
trusting anyone
This is my misanthropic confession
human being are a waste of breath and
don't think I excuse myself
I'm an asshole just like you
CHORUS
My breakfast was straight out the medicine cabinet.
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On Mondays, I do the laundry at a twenty four hour place next to the Dollar Tree. I know that I could walk, but god I love to drive. I thought about calling and asking forgiveness, but hell, I'm afraid of the dogs that I live with. I guess you take it one thing at a time. I thought about Jesse on Tuesday morning; last I heard, he was still doped up in Portland. I could call and ask, but hell, I know he'd lie. Like my neighbor, he's got business. If you don't know about it, better keep your distance. Ain't no one on this street ever called a cop in their life. On Wednesday, ran into Connor, drinking like he was already a goner. He said he'd like to change if he could grow a spine. I said: "When you talk like that, you make me real nervous. No, don't be inviting me to your funeral service. Throw down your fucking chips, let's play for keeps this time." Like on Thursday when you called and woke me up. I heard you started smoking crack again and caught up: catching cases robbing houses, just to stay alive. So I hung up, and called Vanessa, and I told them that I left the rent on the dresser. It wasn't even half of three weeks late this time. On Fridays, I do the laundry at the twenty four hour place next to the Dollar Tree, past the neighbors reaching heaven with their trucks so high. I thought about calling and asking forgiveness, but lately I don't even know what that word is. I've got police on my six, because they think it's a crime.
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Nick Zaccaria Houston, Texas
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