Funeral

Licking my wounds and singing all days bad news
I'm couch locked, watching Samurai Champloo
The backdrop
Smells of weed and shampoo
And old spilled Labatt's blues
I been a mess without you
But death is hard to cope with
Last time coat check
Told me to sidestep
The shit you got into
At wits end part two
The sequel
You know I don't sit still, but I mean well
If it ain't hard to tell
He's a hyperbole been leaning on the palm trees for balance
Cause I don't need a second chance
I'd just blow that too
Runs ins with chance
That I'd beg for no notice
Been on the way
But pain is potent
Hard to come by
For some time
Because hollowed is
Hallowed promises
For the kisses that been missed
No mass I insist
That we desist
You the booze to my bender
Could've been a contender
For you
Singing all days bad news

All days bad news
All days bad news
Without you
Without you



Credits
Writer(s): Jackson Long
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