a soiled man spends his time
eating skin, drinking piss from the bowl
in the stairwell, in the laundry room
you can feel his eyes washing over you
In the alleyway, that familiar face
just as soon, fades from a memory you once knew
wait for the sound of spitting at night
the cracking of slipped disc
and the smell of shit
all in all i just wanted a friend
blowing snot bubbles just to see my reflection
because the mirrors always break
the girls will scatter when they get a good look at my face
and here i am, shriveled up under this trench coat
in the strip club, sedated with ribs
in the waiting room, cuffed to a rusty spike
the cops all ask who "he" is but
I don't have a fucking name
credits
from Demo Mingy,
released May 4, 2015
lyrics by Mason Rogers
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