Wilt

This pig skinned pricks gonna feel things change
A big fat headache for another day
Dry red leaves gonna stain the ground
If you keep me numb then I’ll keep you around

Stark long pause gonna clear the air
Sick sad bicker gonna feel your stare
Brown eyed fiend, I guess I’m living a dream
Long time coming it doesn’t mean a thing
Stock car racing in a pity parade
Don’t hear me talk, hear what i'm trying to say
The dumb fucker times put your face in an ad
Long time coming there’s no happy or sad

I watched her from the ceiling like a fly on a wall
I watched her spill her heart out, crumble, and fall
I️ watched her claw his eyes out coming of age
I watched her get her words out clumsy and fake

Things are not the same