Frank Cipolla - untitled_OpenFsong

Well I'm drunk
I think I could text you
I miss you and shit
Well I'm high
I can put my phone down
For a minute

But it's so
Fucking fake
And I'll try
For your sake
And not my own

Cause I'm a broken mind
With a homeless soul
He tries to speak
But he's got splinters in his throat
And warts on his hands
And sand in his shoes
You win some
You win some
Cause you'll never loose
When your with me

It's a comedy
So I'll calmly
Say to you
All of these things
In just the right way

And I'll take your arm
And I'll take your hand
And put it around my neck
As you
Choke me to death

I guess I'll go home now
Guess I'll go home
I guess I'll walk home now
Guess I'll walk home
Well I'm sick
Can you Cary me home

Written by:
Frank Cipolla

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