Voices from the Wet House
By Chad
Life in a plastic bag, you never had it so good. I'll spit these words out, (Can I cheat?) 'cuz they're all I've got, beyond the shaking. There's a life here... behind the eyes, gasping for air, (Can I cheat a little more?) between hits from the bag But I know, there's no way out, but I know Out of the Wet House Into the Drinking School (Need a fix) Cash my giro and share my past with a spirit Can't eat... Why do I need to eat? Celebrate enough and I forget (Before I'm fixed) Tattoo reminds me... ... I can do anything, But for the shaking When I remember what it is I need to do I think it will be welcome. (... please) Written March 17th, 2002 © on Mar 17 2002 10:35 AM PST 10 • 0
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"Life in a plastic bag,..."