LOW

EVERYBODY KNOWS WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE WITH NO CLOTHES

SO I’M GOING TO THE SHOW WITH MY BROS AGAIN

AND I’M DRINKING DESERT ROSE ‘TIL THE BAR IS ALL BUT CLOSED

AND I’M RUNNING OUT TO THROW UP IN THE SNOW AGAIN

AND THEY’LL PULL ME TO MY FEET AND SAY LETS GET SOMETHING TO EAT

AND MAYBE LATER WE CAN MEET UP WITH SOME OTHER FRIENDS

AND I’LL SAY I THINK I’M BEAT AND STUMBLE DOWN THE EMPTY STREET

UNTIL I FIND THE STEPS THAT LEAD TO YOUR APARTMENT AND FALL ASLEEP 

EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT SOMETIMES THAT’S HOW IT GOES

THEY SAY THAT I SHOULD LET IT GO AND TRY TO MAKE AMENDS

BUT WHEN I ASKED YOU TO DISCLOSE YOU SAID YOU THOUGHT I’D BE OPPOSED

SO YOU SUPPOSED THAT I WOULD CLOSE MY EYES AND JUST PRETEND

IT WAS RIGHT UNDER MY NOSE I SMELLED A RAT IN THE OVERGROWTH THAT HAD BEEN

FEEDING ON THE DECOMPOSING PIECES THAT THE CROWS HAD LEFT BEHIND

I GRABBED HIM BY THE TAIL AND HELD HIS THROAT TO STOP HIM FLAILING

BEAT HIM GRAVEL BLACK AND ICY BLUE AND LEFT HIM WHERE NO ONE WOULD FIND

EVERYBODY KNOWS WHEN I SLAM THE FRONT DOOR CLOSED

THAT I’M SINKING TO THE LOWEST OF THE LOWS AGAIN

AND I’LL WALLOW IN MY WOES DRIPPING TEARS LIKE A LEAKY HOSE

AND DRINKING OLD CROW OUT THE BOTTLE ON THE OTTOMAN

AND WHEN MY HEART BEGINS TO SLOW I’M DOING EVERY BIT OF BLOW

THAT I CAN FIND IN HERE ‘TILL I START TO PLATEAU AGAIN

AND I’M WATCHING SPIDERS GROW IN THE LIGHTS THAT BARLEY GLOW

AND THROWING BOTTLES OUT INTO THE STREET BELLOW AGAIN

WELL I REALLY SHOULD HAVE KNOWN NOT TO BELIEVE A HEART OF STONE THAT TELLS ME

WHEN I SHOULD AND SHOULDN’T BLEED AND GREED’S A HEAVY LOAD BUT NEED IS

HARD TO CARRY FOR A FLAME THAT FIZZLED OUT IN BOREDOM’S RAIN AND

WATERED DOWN THE SEEDS OF SHAME THAT TRIED TO GROW BUT DIED INSIDE THE WEEDS

AND EVERYBODY KNOWS

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