Noah Nolastname - Big Nurse

All my ex’s are throwing a bonfire
To burn my clothing
My invite must’ve got lost in the mail
All my demons are running for the hills
All my best friends have started paying bills
I’m surrounded by lonely people
Much too many lonely people
Hanging from that tree was his untimely death
Sang the book of Eli, for his final breath
Girl left, dog died, lost his job didn’t cry, it was just fate
Why are people so impatient all he had to do was wait
I was born dead
I was born dead
I was born with a bullet in my head
I was born dead
All my skeletons are seven feet tall
Had to buy a walk in closet, just to fit them all
I’m surrounded by lonely people
Much too many lonely people
There's a girl she go to Catholic school but she don't believe in God
'Cause how could he justify the shit that goes on
Sit down shut up is her rule-of-thumb
I say he who marches out of step, hears another drum
I was born dead
I was born dead
I was born with a bullet in my head
I was born dead
Shout out my dad, for trying his best
And props to my mom, when I made her upset
I’m so thankful for everything I have
And I’m so grateful for everything I am
I was born dead
I was born dead
I was born with a bullet in my head
I was born dead
I was born dead
I was born dead
I was born with a bullet in my head
I was born dead

Written by:
Noah Krier

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