Just a joke
got it tatted
lifes a bitch and then you’ll die
thats why we get high-
but they forgot the apostrophe
so they don’t own it
morn it
she’s now just a trophy wife
just wanted to live that stellar life
walkin’ and struttin’ down runways
but you’re just a grown up run away
like we were kids again preppin’ for photo day
and we followed your dad to work like a stowaway
foolish way- we made the world our putty
man girl you used to be so funny
now you don’t smile anymore
like when we swore
to keep the deepest down as sophomores
but with less heart
now you’re hollow
and I guess you’ll never know when you’re gonna go.
Saint's Muse 