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Dust Raps the Blues

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Hey it's me
I just want to say that I'm sorry I always f*ck everything
And that I can't just be normal
I'm trying
I wake up dead or scared that I'm not
I pray to god god god
Somebody save me
Save me
I got a girl that treats me like heaven
Texted me this morning but I ain't read it
I'm too busy with the girl I'm in bed with
Thought I might have found love for a second
Now I'm thinking that I should have used protection
Because I can feel it crawling all over my wet skin
Staring at the ceiling until she exists
As I sober up and start to regret this
I do this every week I must have a death wish
And I think I might be in love with all my exes
I remember her skin was perfection
Something about walls I could never get in
So I hang every hopes from these bent limbs
And trace out every ghost on my bed spread
And when I get in I think gotta get her back
Because I miss the comfort of rejection
I guess I always thought trust was tension
That's why no one ever falls in love with their best friend
Theses are my confessions saved for my coffin
Please tell the Devil I was never much for talking okay
I wake up dead or scared that I'm not
I pray to god god god
Somebody save me
Somebody make me clean
Make me clean
I'm sick of texting the same girls in my rolodex of settling
Substitutes for you I'm casting but you never read
The only girls I let audition hardly act
And no matter how they play it they ain't never get a call back
I'll just lay here until she leaves
Then I'll get up and wash the sheets
Take the condom out the street
I don't want any evidence to see
I'm the only one that gets to hurt me
I'd hang myself but that's too much mercy
I am dirty I am vice I'm unworthy I am spite
How many more times can I burn down a happy life
I've been pouring from an empty cup full of empty lust
Panic stricken liquor let me me be the Devil's son
Theses are confessions for the roof of my coffin
Please tell the ceiling I was never much for talking
The whiskey won't shut up
It's got me feeling love struck
They smartin' up to my dumb luck
And I know I gotta change it
I just wanna know that I'm gonna be okay
These are normal things and they're all gonna go away
But when the girl of my dreams woke up
I was passed out wasted off the same old drugs
Because sometimes I question if I really am a happy man
Then I crack another bottle and stop wondering
Text a girl that I really don't want
I was feeling pretty good until the day I went numb
But now I just wanna know that I'm gonna be okay
All I ever really do is ruin everything
How many more nights can I give
To the same monsters that don't give a shit until
I wake up dead or scared that I'm not
I pray to god god god
Somebody save me
Somebody make me clean
I wake up dead or scared that I'm not
I pray to god god god
Somebody save me
Somebody make me clean
I wake up dead or scared that I'm not
I pray to god god god
Somebody save me
Somebody make me clean
I wake up dead or scared that I'm not
I pray to god god god
Somebody save me
Somebody make me clean
I wake up dead or scared that I'm not
I pray to god god god
Somebody save me
Somebody make me clean
I wake up dead or scared that I'm not
I pray to god god god
Somebody save me
Somebody make me clean
Make me clean

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