Bored and Razed

Rolling a juke joint box in the corner Trolling myself in the mirror at night Keeping an eye on my grindstone future Staying away from the left and the right California born and raised But these days She's living with another Plastic features, perfect face What a waste And I'm still thinking of her Laying the cardinal sins on the table Pouring the coffee out on the grounds Changing the losses to wins if I'm able Switching the pitch to an audible sound Running the rounds of the mundane soldier Trading the cards and erasing the names Feeling a pounding, insane, colder Sounding, system, feeding the flames Well I'm Detroit bored and razed But these days I'm living with another You tell me she can be replaced But that's not the case I'm so lost without her Rolling a juke joint box in the corner Trolling myself in the mirror at night Keeping an eye on my grindstone future Staying away from the left and the right