Hollow Tip

Six-pack at home, been sober since eight. Not a dime to cure my drought
The wife won't leave, she always say
For a divorce you gotta pay
Jane doe, became her name. A bloody stump without a face
Her face was blown away with a hollow tip
Credit for the ring, cash for the clip
That dry day, as I got home
The usual scene. The bitch, she wasn't alone. In freshman years I'd throw a fit
But by this time I'm used to it
Call me pathetic, call me weak
It don't mean shit once I have a drink
But they went and left me a beer-less fridge So instead of the liquor store
I turned to the clip
Jane doe, became her name
A bloody stump without a face
Her face was blown away with a hollow tip
Credit for the ring, cash for the clip
We don't know who she is
But we know what she did
"Don't drink my beer" carved in her skin
A wedding ring dug in as the "o"



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Writer(s): Angel Aldana
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