That won’t add up
He’s a mailman at an ever rotating circus
With nothing to bring
He could blame math
He could blame whatever he can get
That won’t talk back
I cursed the crab now i know i’m one of its friends
Must’ve been the crab that bit off my tongue
Then the dream ends
But i swallowed it down i can feel it move
Maybe move it back up and staple it on
Oh look at her
Oh what is she trying to do
Trying to get me
Don’t get to me
Man gets shot into the rudder at a decent speed
And mangles his arm they took the mush and put it in a sling
Around his neck where all the parts were there he couldn’t write
Or work or even jerk off he still didn’t know if he wanted to get
Back in the boat
He can’t sleep because he daydream a few thing at once That won’t add up He’s a mailman at an ever rotating circus With nothing to bring He could blame math He could blame whatever he can get That won’t talk back I cursed the crab now i know i’m one of its friends Must’ve been the crab that bit off my tongue Then the dream ends But i swallowed it down i can feel it move Maybe move it back up and staple it on Oh look at her Oh what is she trying to do Trying to get me Don’t get to me Man gets shot into the rudder at a decent speed And mangles his arm they took the mush and put it in a sling Around his neck where all the parts were there he couldn’t write Or work or even jerk off he still didn’t know if he wanted to get Back in the boat Explain Request ×
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