Boots

[Verse 1]
I spent a week living out my fables and I forgot my name
Took out my teeth as an un-thanked favor but I forgot my pain
I take my meals on an off-white placemat and put myself to bed
I watch the clock with an old time vengeance
And when it runs out I’m gonna make it out my head

[Verse 2]
Across the coast with their eyes rolled backwards they say the end is near
They place their bets on the ever-after, but all my chips are here
I’ve been the boots and the beat-down doormat, I still don’t know what’s best
At curtain call when the last shoe drops down
They take your money, they take you for what you got left