Sloth Hands - Cop Cars

Running through manicured backyards during high school
Carrying our t-shirts and trying to put our pants back on
This is something I could have experienced
But it's something that I never would have done

Sitting across from a guy in a suit
Who's telling me that
I ain't worth all that much financially
And I'm thinking about raiding his pool
With all of my friends and
Barely out-running the cops that he calls on us

And I'm always hanging around with my mouth shut
Nothing to say, nothing to say, until I'm
Sitting in the backseat of a cop car
Moments before my parents bail me out

The scabs on my elbows and the scabs on my knees
I will slowly dig under them with my fingernails
And pull them back
It's a small thing and it's personal
But it feels good like a crooked jaw satisfaction
And focus

And in my mind I am thinking how best to hurt those who come around and tell me I need to smile

Written by:
Sloth Hands

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