Pigs.

Losing more than I’m winning

My mind caught up on cheap beginnings

And I’m falling back, 

Feeling kind of down and out

And I’m dropping the bag

You left me standing here with

Lavendar weed and that old syringe

Sinister was your plan when you

Presented it as a gift–

When you wrote the missing rift

Realigned the planets and shit

Yeah I just took another hit

Stopped taking your advice

And lit another cig;

Took the bootstrap for my fix

Informed all those fucking pigs

Of all the love I let slip through

And all the debts I can’t repay you

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