Teamlife

Lull me into tepid illusion
Last I was here, I couldn't do it

God please don't let me become my dad
Cooped up and callous, charcoal lungs
Three days an enigma of who I was is enough

Born out of lust, raised in an ashtray
Worked sticky floors, lived off corndogs and prepaids

Your religion was velvet, lace
And cheetah trim
I still can't sleep when your not home
And till the meds kick in

Black plastic envelopes
You wish you had
I got curious
You'd turn up the TV and laugh

Posed like you haunt 237
If I let you slip, would I regret it?

God please don't let me become my dad
Cooped up and callous, charcoal lungs
Three days an enigma of who I was is enough



Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Jacobson
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