Wisdom is heavy It comes from experience Five seven five shit
Service fees are shit I just want to see Wilco Why can't I buy one?
Oh worst pain in life Zit on the back of my ear I don't deserve you
My tum-tum is dumb But my brain should accept blame It put beer in there
It's warm in Houston All of the Christmas is out Pour me a whiskey
Long slow slide of death The courageous will end it I still lack the balls
I'd rather blame you Than to finally admit That we are all fucked
Hey stupid body You just got done being sick Don't do this again
Chip gettin’. Next to haikuddothisallday.
Gimme imperfect Just the exact right amount Or else I am gone
I shall fight the ear It shan't become infected Cue the warm towel
Home's where the butt sits I'm quite happy about that Now to not move it
Growing old is now Happiness just gets stranger I cry at movies
There is a kettle He really needs to smoke pot And chill the fuck out
Brain claws opening Living on that flat circle Much happier now
If you need a breath A positive peaceful place There is bonnaroo
I don't want to go I've got a bullshit reason But I am just lame