DESCRIPTION:
just trying to keep it prairie goth.
Lyrics Below.
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Make myself a bed of coals
I'll grow tired and I'll grow old
Settle down with a cigarette
fifth of whiskey, blackened sunset

You made me a pavement tomb
I was born from a concrete womb
Nestle up to an early death
Sit and try to slow my breath

But I'll grow quiet, that's for sure
I'm done waiting for the cure
I'll stop screamin' for the sake of my throat
I'll give in to what no-god has wrote

But I'm so stubborn, that I could kill
write my name on your ten dollar bill
I'll stop caring for the sake of my heart
'til life does us part

At seventeen I thought i'd set my sails
Nowadays I'm just avoiding jail
Don't need no pills that the doctor prescribes
I'm fit enough just to hide.