LOW
EVERYBODY KNOWS WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE WITH NO CLOTHES
SO I’M GOING TO THE SHOW WITH MY BROS AGAIN
AND I’M DRINKING DESERT ROSE ‘TIL THE BAR IS ALL BUT CLOSED
AND I’M RUNNING OUT TO THROW UP IN THE SNOW AGAIN
AND THEY’LL PULL ME TO MY FEET AND SAY LETS GET SOMETHING TO EAT
AND MAYBE LATER WE CAN MEET UP WITH SOME OTHER FRIENDS
AND I’LL SAY I THINK I’M BEAT AND STUMBLE DOWN THE EMPTY STREET
UNTIL I FIND THE STEPS THAT LEAD TO YOUR APARTMENT AND FALL ASLEEP
EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT SOMETIMES THAT’S HOW IT GOES
THEY SAY THAT I SHOULD LET IT GO AND TRY TO MAKE AMENDS
BUT WHEN I ASKED YOU TO DISCLOSE YOU SAID YOU THOUGHT I’D BE OPPOSED
SO YOU SUPPOSED THAT I WOULD CLOSE MY EYES AND JUST PRETEND
IT WAS RIGHT UNDER MY NOSE I SMELLED A RAT IN THE OVERGROWTH THAT HAD BEEN
FEEDING ON THE DECOMPOSING PIECES THAT THE CROWS HAD LEFT BEHIND
I GRABBED HIM BY THE TAIL AND HELD HIS THROAT TO STOP HIM FLAILING
BEAT HIM GRAVEL BLACK AND ICY BLUE AND LEFT HIM WHERE NO ONE WOULD FIND
EVERYBODY KNOWS WHEN I SLAM THE FRONT DOOR CLOSED
THAT I’M SINKING TO THE LOWEST OF THE LOWS AGAIN
AND I’LL WALLOW IN MY WOES DRIPPING TEARS LIKE A LEAKY HOSE
AND DRINKING OLD CROW OUT THE BOTTLE ON THE OTTOMAN
AND WHEN MY HEART BEGINS TO SLOW I’M DOING EVERY BIT OF BLOW
THAT I CAN FIND IN HERE ‘TILL I START TO PLATEAU AGAIN
AND I’M WATCHING SPIDERS GROW IN THE LIGHTS THAT BARLEY GLOW
AND THROWING BOTTLES OUT INTO THE STREET BELLOW AGAIN
WELL I REALLY SHOULD HAVE KNOWN NOT TO BELIEVE A HEART OF STONE THAT TELLS ME
WHEN I SHOULD AND SHOULDN’T BLEED AND GREED’S A HEAVY LOAD BUT NEED IS
HARD TO CARRY FOR A FLAME THAT FIZZLED OUT IN BOREDOM’S RAIN AND
WATERED DOWN THE SEEDS OF SHAME THAT TRIED TO GROW BUT DIED INSIDE THE WEEDS
AND EVERYBODY KNOWS
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