6 a.m. song

I no longer ask why

last night I die

last night I cry

last night you went out and got drunk

with some other guy

last night couldn’t stop

you from driving home drunk and sigh

you fell asleep in the car while

your soul fly

in the garage we talk long and I comply

then you pass out after

game of throne at me

and before that walking dead rhythm see

I brought you water cold please

and saw your sarcastic venom agree

might as well write my own song believe

and scratches batch but up my family tree

after this see if we bend the knee

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a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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