He's facing
10 years in the pen and
He said to me
If you wanna stay on track
Its not about what you want
But what you need
Two quarters of a life spent feeling
Repressed and depressed and ingesting
Mind altering substances in jest
I said to him
Why'd it take so long
To come to the realization you were doing it wrong
And he said
Whats the difference between a crisis
And an unfamiliar fix
You can learn from your mistakes
But you can't teach an old dog new tricks
Young, dumb, and full of cum
You came on the lawman's lawn
Old, bold, and full of mould
You rot into the fold
Now you have to spend your years
Locked up in constant fear
Drugged up to numb the pain
Haunted by past mistakes
Carried on without him then
His advice was solicited
But I could never be one of those men
Sob story on the corner of some back street
Bad dope overdosing on the concrete
Take the bus from emergency to parole
Sun's down crawling back into the manhole
So im at the pawnshop on a Monday
I just sold our wedding rings
And the photographs from Las Vegas
I tossed them out in their fucking frames
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