Dirty Laundry
My clothes smell like the green grass
I wash and watch and watch time pass
Another dollar spent
No time to repent
Heaven sent but hell bound
Hell no dont make a sound
More flames seen in my eyes
This gin tastes like the skies
More truth unspoken
This ash is smoking
Still in a way I'm hoping
But for now,
This light im toking
Passing in poverty
Oh the audacity
Lights in the city
A pitty. Sit
Hells pit
Another day washing clothes
Like Dam, only lord knows
So, I continue
And clean, so new.
Still its these dirty shirts
Thats what hurts the most
One simple wash
It all spins through
Dirty till Clean
I still miss your smell...
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