Pack O’ Senecas

Just another example 
O me  settlin for less 
The dry and schin reminder 
Thst a day alive is blessed 

I really oughta quit these too
But hard to do it now 
Just like I oughtta quit you too 
But frankly dont know how 

I drop em then I pick em up 
A cycle on repeat 
The  painful soothinn drag 
The kind o’ numb Thats bittersweet 

Burn em lije i burned the bridge 
A path o no return 
Set myself in silence
And pretend I do not yearn 

Wanderin wastrel if a man 
With habits i cant shake 
And darlin you are one of em 
In rest and when I wake

Same ol pack o senecas 
Same ol pretty girl 
Just like im spending years on smoke 
I’m spending years on her 

Sane ol empty habits 
And same ol empty bed 
At least this pack o Senecas 
Won’t make me feel so dead
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