Thick Skin

Maybe I won’t wanna know
The same rot
You can’t paint on the spot
Do squeeze as tight you go
The same plot
Tied in a knot
I know how hard it can be
To sit still
In the dark it’s hard to kneel
Do tell me how much it hurts
Waiting can quench your thirst
And again and again
What a waste in the end
And again and again
One of us, one of them
And again and again
Lead you back with the scent
And again again
Spit, cough and pass it around
Smoke you out
And put you to bed instead
Rubbing thin, I itch and sting
My smear test it makes a mess
You’ll pay for the rope that chokes
One or two
The difference is minute
Maybe you won’t wanna know
It gets worse when your bubble bursts
It hurts
What a waste
What a waste
What a waste
What a waste
What a waste
What a waste