Bathroom Stalls...
2002-08-06, 7:09 p.m.
Pull the blade across my wrist -
It's dull... It's draggin'...
Pull the blade through the blow -
Chasin' the glass dragon...
It's glass and straws
and blades and blow
and bathroom stalls
and holes in my nose...
I got scars like roadmaps
from shoulders to toes
from Shy-town back home....
See where I've been?
See how I've... grown?
I put it in park somewhere
between suicide and overdose
In the
No
Parkin
Zone....
Mama, I ain't coming home,
'Less it's in a casket.
Gone to hell in a handbasket
So quit askin'.
Quit askin' where my money goes.
Junk.
Crank.
And Blow.
Anything that'll go up my nose.
But that's just the way it goes...
That's the way it goes
When you're 21 years old,
ain't got no place to call home,
ain't got no row to hoe...
Mama - it gets so fucken cold,
Curled up in bed
Shakin'
Achin'
For my next. big. fix.
So don't leave me hangin'...
Bangin' my head on the wall...
Sittin' in this bathroom stall....
Pullin' this blade across my wrist -
It's dull... It's draggin'...
Pullin' this blade through the blow -
Chasin' the glass dragon...
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