Shoe in Guy - Casket Weather

If I let my car go over the lines all my problems will fix themselves in a finite time
Oh god, there will be blood where you find me

It's getting dark before I get to go home
It'll be so hard to see the marks I make all over the road
Oh god, it scrapes my lungs with malice

But she can see right through my bullshit, and handles all of this madness

It's freezing in my room, it's forty degrees
I fucking hate the bed I sleep in because all of these walls still remind me of all the people that killed me

My silver tongue whips a crack like a gun on all the worthless women
All the time that men could never spend on being a good friend

But she can see right through my bullshit, and handles all of this madness

I hope the people I thought I loved realize they are worthless
And that they, too have picked out their caskets

I picked out my casket

Written by:
kevin brewer

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