He said,
“That’s what she said.”
But what did she say?
Wipe that look off your face
So she did and
She got the backhand
So where does she stand?
He put her in her place
He’s chained to his own obligations
She’s at home on permanent vacation
Because she’s got a disease
Lack of Vitamin C
He thought
She was faking
That she was taking
Advantage of his kind heart
So he set her straight
Not a minute too late
He left her in a vegetative state
He never thought he could
She began to spit up more blood
She’s at mercy of her own disease
And he brought her to her knees
Empty space inside his head
Enough room for a brain
Looking for a knife
To take away the pain
Went for a walk
In the pouring rain
Collapsed by the interstate
And now he’s a stain
credits
from B.S.D.M.,
released August 14, 2015
Lyrics by John Chavez
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