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Dead Lettuce

flip my zippo breathe black air
find your number because I don't care
about who I am, where I'm going,
who I know or why we're here

static on the cell phone
good! you're home
how about we wash down pity
all night long?

be sure to save my broken seat
i gotta take 20 pills before we meet
no chances I'm taking
have to end this repeat

i drive up with Ani on
reminding me how low I've gone
the place is packed
so's every bone of caution I had

"That can't be you,"
my dim brain spews
I fake smile, sit awhile
listen to the same old blues

it's then when you won't release my hand
won't let me stand
I understand

you're gonna murder me
aren't you?

make salad of me
won't you?

mince my meat
until I'm dead on the steps of the grocery store
just like that homeless guy