A Quick Conversation About a Bush

I asked too many questions yesterday
Pushing on a pull is my getaway
Honey im only a friend
And honey you know im spent

I'm on violence and caffeine

But I feel nothing

I like the way that you talk
Like judging the fly on the wall
Yeah I got time to chat mush
Making statements about a bush

You said
It's way too green
And I said
I could eat

And I want
Some good sleep

Cuz I feel nothing

Throwing down
Thrown around

Blend er
Together
And spit in your sorry little drink
I'm lookin at a sign in the doorway

And I feel nothing
Ooh ooh
Yeah I feel nothing



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Writer(s): Jack Grebenchenko
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