This is a new song. I wrote it on my lunch break and recorded it before I went to bed because I was afraid to let it go.
Well he came in the color of concrete and trash
but he paid by the drink with his eyes on the glass
the bar tender asked him said what will it be
he said I don’t think it matters any poison suits me
I’m thinking such thoughts what’ll bust up my head
thinking such thoughts what’ll bust up my head
Don’t waste your pity, it runs through like a sieve
my friends are the kings of the dreams they now live
but every foundation I’ve laid for my own
gives way and brings them to rubble and stone
I’m thinking such thoughts what’ll bust up my head
thinking such thoughts what’ll bust up my head
Well the bartender said don’t you know what you love
you find and pursue that and that is enough
Said the old man if I had a clue what that was
do you think I’d be sitting here drinking this stuff
thinking such thoughts what’ll bust up my head
thinking such thoughts what’ll bust up my head
Came a man who sat by him said that sure is tough
but you’re doing no good for any of us
some people are worthy and some people are not
and if you aren't the former you’re better off shot
thinking such thoughts what’ll bust up your head
thinking such thoughts what’ll bust up your head
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