Thirty-eight beers
And I’m a better man
Took two weeks
To drink them
And I’m a better man
You put yourself
On the rail
And I’m the bad guy
You cut up
My shirts
And I’m the bad guy
Forgot my own address
And this is my fault
Forgot what I did wrong
And what’s wrong
Is my fault
Took my pills
Got my smile
You told me
I’d be all right
Now I see you
On the beach
With the one who said
I was dialing you down
You got me correct
And I got
All the answers wrong
I failed the test
I prayed
With the wrong hands
Detail the blemish
You found
On my face
The one you said
Came from
All my stress
That’s brought about
By someone
I’ve never met
I’m probably a dick
But you moved out
And didn’t tell me
I left the door open
Because you’ll move back
When you find out
That I have a secret
You left behind
Nothing can take me
Off my couch
And out of my head
And into a better
Living situation
I don’t know
What living
In a situation is
I’d rather be
The person I can be
Than the person
You think
I might
Be able
To be
You’ve been telling people
That I need to change
And they’re laughing
In your face
Because they knew
Just like you
That I change
All the time
But only the good parts
The parts
That you love
Get changed
Into other parts
You love
A little bit less
And the parts you hate
Stay and stay firm
While you tug at it
Like a scab
That’ll bleed too much
If you ever get it loose
You want to cover yourself
In my dark blue blood?
Pull a little harder
But first come back
I lined up thirty-eight
Beer cans
And I told myself
That in one of them
Is a note
From you
Telling me
Why
You decided
I had finally
Become
Too much
I hope the sand
On the beach
Swallows
You up
I hope
It eats you
Hot
And
Alive
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