I Wanna Live As Stuffing In My Stocking

honestly, i wanna live as stuffing in my stocking i could hide from the world and lie to myself in vain without the guilt of guilt i could miss her without the wax buildup free expression can sometimes bring i could miss her without the dead skunk smell of public opinion and just be good ole martin l. king my middle name could take a rest and quit making painted faces at every thousandth hundredth joke every daydream could be a salt water pool in my mind turning my skin into melted m and m tan butter i could laugh at myself because of the simple fact that i made you laugh honestly, i just wanna live as happily habitual liar as stuffing in my stocking maybe then i could give myself each day my daily buttered bread....preferably freshly made texas toast