another night with my head in the fucking sink,
I wish I could kick the curse but maybe i'm just blessed,
the test, pfft, i passed it when i couldn't be fucked getting dressed,
I'd sit in the dark with a bong and a pen,
wank in my own filth and laugh at Two and Half Men,
the days of my life pass in the blink of an eye,
but I sit with a longneck cursing my pigsty,
a man's home is castle, this much is true,
but what's a guy to do when the stains stay black and your mates stay blue.
I don't double check what I write,
I leave the drips for you toys to decipher right,
so turn right,
you left her with a pair of ripped tights.
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