How soon am I an asshole
In the dirt and mud
The drugs in the sun
When do I become one
With myself.
That trip to Baton Rouge
Jacking me off
On I-10
We loved an audience.
It doesn’t matter
Despite what we know
Intertwined and unwinding
Hand me a glass of wine
I’ll tell you about a time
When I was wild
Weren’t we all
I thought my life fine
Fighting throughout the damn trine
I was a child
And we fall
How soon am I an asshole
In the dirt and mud
The drugs in the sun
When do I become one
With myself.
All at once ignoring you
Blowing you off.
If I could
I’d love to show off again
It doesn’t matter
Despite what we know
Intertwined and unwinding
And In this world of rhyme
We think we hear a full chime
When I was pure
Innocent
Give me a hand not mine
I’ll ignore it the dirty grime.
This much is true
My event
How soon am I an asshole
In the dirt and mud
The drugs in the sun
When do I become one
With myself.
A moment
A chance
Shot in the dark
We don’t talk about that
A desire
A stance
Yes it is stark
We don’t talk about that.
How soon am I an asshole
In the dirt and mud
The drugs in the sun
When do I become one
With myself.
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