Toll road, oriole, im rising from the swamp tonight
my best friends might be buried in snow, alive
doubt they said much, even the whisper of a husk
of words received as reprimand, saying almost something to Nick the boss and
with his shovel already in hand, backyard snowy and ready for some fucked up plans
it's saturday and my boss is burying me alive
I've got plans for tomorrow -- living and trying to rise
smell the water a little like dead leaves
go to charlie's party got told it was the best for me
i don't know what's best for me, clearly,
maybe i should be coughing up last year's leaves
or dropping my head and drinking from your clogged up eaves
I guess I could steal a car for you and then make a plea
spend that never got pension just for lawyer's nod and an incomprehensible muttered mention
So now I get used to the idea of afternoons at home outfitters
putting the corners of towels in my mouth walking aisle to aisle
getting lost in premium grade faucets, and gold rimmed shitters
charlie's party was a fucking wreck
i'm waiting now to get picked up while someone pukes up
some fucked up red stuff, guess it could be blood
or that shrimp sauce I saw him drink before the fight
god my frozen friends are always right
their voices sound like the sound of cracking ice,
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