Wild Turkey

Off of Virginia
In a one bedroom
400 dollars a month
Empty cabinets
Broken skateboards on the wall

We're doing our best
With our limited resources
He comes home drunk
But I'm already wasted

Taking pictures
Taking every ounce of strength
Just to keep it together
Independence
Make me miss my friends back home
I've never felt so alone

We're doing our best
So the neighbors don't hear screaming
Late this month
And pray it's not a baby

We're doing our best
Even when we scare the roaches
We're safe today
But next year I'll fucking hate you



Credits
Writer(s): Brian King, Clay Sharpe, Jared Ryan Sciullo, Justin N. Spillner
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