Squeeze

Drifting away, high on this wave
Current carry's me far from this place
I don't feel it anyway
When I go to therapy always get sent home early
Make my shrink question her sanity
Prescriptions unprescribed
Static fills my eyes
Making matters worse someone stole my purse
I don't need it anyway
Stitches tearing at the seems but this size looks good on me, I'm an eight but I squeeze into a three



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Writer(s): Ernest Mahoney
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