Mudfucker

Constantly packing and resting my roots.
Building relationships, burning the fools.
Will… you…dwell?
In the simplest death, a civilized hell.
Sleep, back to back with our blades clutched in our hands.
Sleep, back to back with our blades clutched in our hands.
This loneliness is too much to understand… death wish.
I drove to Charleston, pills in my gut.
Smoke for my stomach.
I reached for the gun you bought me.
My exit and your death are haunting.
Haunting and exhausting me.