Drive along on the highway of internal dysfunction
and load it up at the pack down junction…
Tell me you have the gray matter disease
and then go and hand over the keys..
Tell me your married and living happily
and shatter any one of my favorite fantasies
Drive along flinging notions out the window
and pass on by your next mourning widow.
Spew forth the bullshit that hurts the most
while I spread my bitterness on this toast..
Make me lose the taste in my mouth
as my heart and soul head south.

09/12/2003

Posted on 09/12/2003
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