In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Tuesday, November 15, 2016
high
nobody's gonna write me
nobody's gonna call
knock on my window
or pass me in the hall
nobody to say hello to
nobody to wave goodbye
might as well get high
nobody to talk to
'cept the voices in my head
I tried to change the station
but I think it changed me instead
don't tell me to calm down
I'll punch you in your fuckin' mouth
your brain will exit sideways
and your teeth be heading south
nobody gonna write me...
I tried looking for hope
I said "hope, man, where you at"
hope said "boy, I can't help you
you're too Mexican and fat
the clock's been pushed back
fifty or sixty years
let me give you some advice
get your brown ass out of here
nobody gonna write me...
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