Well do you ever wonder about the great beyond?
And by beyond, I mean beyond the sun
Does your little head ever leave the quiet Midwest?
Fuck the farms and to hell with the pests
Well if you've ever known me
I'm gonna keep swinging in my head
And it'll always be that way
Right up until I end up dead
Smoke the good stuff and run in the street
These times we will remember, can't be beat
Good vibes to you all, as I go and cry
But it's all okay, this is every other night
And if you've ever seen me
You know I'll keep swinging in my head
Till I end up puking on the porch
Life isn't something you should dread
I could care less with you do with your time
Stay at home, or ride the 5 to 9
I just hope you know I'll never change
And honestly, who is it that we really blame?
And for the final time you see me
You know I'm still swinging in my head
And through all the times I've tried
I know it's too early to be dead
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
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- Published: August 2nd, 2017 00:15
- Comment from author about the poem: Wrote a song with a happier vibe to it, I should do these more often
- Category: Unclassified
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