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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