The Optimist

Sell your hull
Barter it for food and blankets
Sleep in the mud
With bodies of those who didn't make it

Sell your partner's trust
To fund your love
Budget your traumas
In the sacred name of smut

Are those gun shots
Did you hear it too?
No honey
I don't ever hear the sound of the goddamn truth

It'll all work itself out
It always does
What makes the grass grow
Blood, blood, and cum

Blood and cum
Blood and cum
Blood and cum
Blood and cum



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Writer(s): Samual Glass
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