Titanium Thomas - One Shot

It burns like fine tinder
Smell of cinders
In the winter from your backyard
Memories with your family
You hold in high regard
But those are gone
So you hurt so
Just count your blessings and feel the pain go
Who knows
What grows in the greener grass
You know some of it
But miss the good parts of your past
Now it’s
Hard times
Because you yourself been trippin
Been trying to find new frontiers but only slippin
Ripping through what you could do
You’ve missed so many chances
Is there even a chance you
Will have nights like from your childhood
Roasting mashmallows
You’re so convinced hell no
But maybe
If you find a nice lady
Find a nice job and stop being lazy
Have a few kids who get to live
The life that you miss
Hey that’d be the shit
You’ve been givin one shot
Pick a target and don’t miss
My shot is for the stars
I hope I don’t miss
My shot is for the stars
That’s all that this is

Written by:
Robert Rice

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