Dishes

[Verse 1]
Washing Mary's dishes in her little kitchen
Don't wanna admit it but her microwave freaks me out
Yeah, it really really freaks me out
Spiraling back in the saddle of addiction
Damn, this cold is bucking my skinny ass around
Skinny ass around

[Chorus]
Getting frailer every hour
Taste buds tossing, turn so sour
Waking up on sweaty nights
On a Thursday, half past ten

[Verse 2]
Back in at the race track, I want to paint it black
But I gotta get home before I lose sight of myself
Yeah, before I lose sight of myself
Everyone's a winner 'til the line gets thinner
Skipping out on dinner before you say that the rights are sold
Yeah, before you say the rights are sold

[Chorus]
Getting high off a flower
Extracted diluted powder
It's all natural when it starts
Die in another shitty car