Puttin bullets in backsides
fighting the backslides
as I think of her again...
I'm fightin for morals
like I'm fightin for air.
Just trying to prove
I've still got a pair.
Still can't forget...
It's not her fault
I'm not worth my salt.
But she's who I like to blame...
Yet today keeps becoming tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow is coming again.
What's gonna happen then?
I should already know.
Author notes
This one has an interesting flow that is hard to pick up, unless I could read it for you... oh well.
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