Mineshaft

The list of things I used to be is longer than the list of things I am Ex-lover, ex-friend Ex-communicated atheist and an ex-patriot Living in the heartland Living on the small chance Luck would save the last dance For an underrated writer, overrated rapper Undecided major on an unrelated matter One day I'd like to say what all the tug-o'-war was for More than slack rope, more than sun stroke Them rum soaked in sad jokes at rap shows Some folks know how slow that trap closes Prose is closest I've ever been to feeling like I found it I'm not a writer I just drink a lot about it If diamonds are a girl's best friend Then you can share a fine laugh And you can send me back to the bottom of the mineshaft I've been here before and I know where it goes It goes down Snow falls fast and thin Angels ash Virginia Slims And if we've come a long way then I suspect it's sideways, further from our origin No closer to our destination I'm bad with names, shit, I'm bad with faces I'm bad with bills and little kids and well-lit places I'm beginning to write like Anna Karenina, give me a minute, a mic A little to like, get rid of the spite, a bit of the pride to fight You tried, you're right fried (you're live on all lines) You're tired, you're fired You're inside of the lie It's a brilliant design It's like, "Just act surprised" I lost some money on the weighted dice I lost an octave to the Camel Lights And when I lost you, I lost some good love and a hand to bite I've been here before and I know where it goes It goes down The plans that we made and the bills and the planes over downtown