Oh Boy...7am

My heart is a tunnel crashing
Ensuring everyone involved
Dies with it
Kissing you is like chewing aluminum
My gums can't stand you

Can't scream with a gun in my mouth
Can't cry when I'm screaming for help

Alcoholism at your throat
Can't scream, can't cope
Be one with me

Fake guns
Real holsters
The werewolf on uppers
Grinding my teeth at night
There go my canines
I black out
So the hat man can't find me
Give me a plastic bag
So I can play astronaut
I'm going there



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Writer(s): Shea Vandeusen
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