Morphine Alcoholic

The effortless apathy of birth
Only moments down the hall
Pale and stale, and bitterly brushed round

I close my eyes, the room spins down
I closed my eyes to feel the pain
I closed my eyes, you made me bleed
Five times today

There's a demon in my gut
I played with her too much
Went to sleep drunk
Didn't wake up
Trying not to live
I'm fucked

Small suns scorching my forehead
I've been dreaming and soiling my own bed
Jesus hates me and he wants me dead
Jesus hates me and he wants me dead
Jesus hates me but he can't; he is rotting in the ground

Happiness
Happiness
Happiness
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Happiness-piness-oh-piness
Happiness-piness-piness
Happiness-piness-oh-piness
Happiness



Credits
Writer(s): Chad Carino
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