synfull

early morning day dawning on me
like some cat pawing and looking to pee all on the rug
damn i need a hug
this life is bugged -out

got the clout of a good neighbor
never had a saviour except the self with the fat flavor but been on the shelf for awhile
got the hell from denial but the pile of wood ain't lookin that good enough to burn
gotta move on, gotta learn
gotta get big and thick enough to fill something warm again

synfull enough to pull his own weight
never full of hate unless its fear and self-loathing in los angeles
no fake tan to rest this restless skin upon
until dinner im out on a quest to find some matter to rest these mad hatter thoughts upon
coming soon to your front lawn from dusk til motherfucking dawn