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Scrape your face off the stove top and breathe your nose burnt off. What about a payday? What about the day you’ll pay up? I’m cashing in my deliverance checks for wrecks and infections of my tiny little tomb. One way. One way out. Do doors swing when they’re nailed shut? Locked in tight. Keeping up with my bucket list is keeping me from living forever. Spit out that dud and beg for new meaning. The sword slays in patterns to save you, and to replace your name with "Death Proof." Spit out that dud. One less life lost. Yeah it’s a loss, like the very first pair of dinner skipping best friends. It’s a game found in a dark basement- You’re the agent, I’m the stab wound, the back bone to a vertebrate on his way out. Scrape your face off the stovetop and breathe your nose burnt off. I’m not the type of guy who leaves himself in one piece. Stuff it back in. I got to get this blood off my hands and back into these veins again. Break this bat over my head and call it good and call it division. I’m not so good at addition unless it’s adding on all the waste that subtracts from my life. When the garbage is overflowing and every head looks like a lid a light comes on above my head but not even long enough to catch a moth’s attention. And I bet you’ll never know how much I’m drying out. And I’m killing what I debate for. Forget about the petty plans you're slave to, kick it and let go. My God! I need a kick in my head! Keep sticking your hands into lawn mowers. Mulch hands make the best hands. Leave it to me, I’ll leave my hands in the leaves. Rake em up. When the garbage is overflowing and every head looks like a lid a light comes on above my head but not even long enough to catch a moth’s attention. And I’m waiting on hanging the spider who’s eating my eye. Why wait? Well, your guess is as good as mine.

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from Sorta is the Best We're Doin, released February 1, 2016

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