Gonna ruminate
In a potter's field
Let the left brain rot
While the right hand feels
Empty space by the side
Where something belongs
But it left you all behind
And moved on
And now I feel great
And I can smile again
Half my head's withered
And the other half is
Stolen by my friends
Stolen by my friends
Gonna ruminate
In a potters field
Let the left brain rot
While the right hand feels
Empty space by the side
Where something belongs
But it
Left you all behind
And I moved on
I flew on
I Groupon
Tryna save the money
Feeling funny
Saying shit that I don't mean
So mean
Pockets so cleaned out
Tryna make something
Happen to my life
But I feel weak
Peak freak
No knees
Wanna take it to the left
But life comes at me with a right
I wanna feel heft
Real power by my side
Don't wanna feel bereft
I just wanna feel kept
Two to the three to the
Stepping feet be deft
Lonely hearts on sleeves
So girls'll pity me
Snivel seasons here bitch
Some ice up on the wrist
Cause I be boxing like a tease
And I don't aim to please
No, I just wanna move on
Shoot the shit with ease
I ruminate again
Got nowhere else to be
I'm losing all my friends
Faster than
I lose my mind
When she speak divine
Mutilate the words
Interrupt the shit
That's surely coming
My skin is numbing
As the heart grows stiff
Blood pumps elsewhere
Never asking if
The brain could use a hand
Cause it's rotting
And I don't understand
How the origin of the suffering
Happens to be
Of my own making
Shaking and begging
For an end to it all
The light at the end of the path
Burns out your lids and
Sends you tumbling to the wrath
At the bottom of a bottle
Let's waddle to the market
Stumbling through the street
Chasing the heat in the belly
A shot or two or four or ten
It's time to black out
Live through three months again
Then I open my eyes
Rumination done
Just in time to catch the setting sun
Satisfied with the shitty choices I'll make
Make the lord proud
That I'm achieving my fate
On the one day
I decide to look ahead
Terrified of future but
Excited to be dead
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Gonna ruminate
In a potter's field
Let the left brain rot
While the right hand feels
Empty space by the side
Where something belongs
But it left you all behind
And moved on
And now I feel great
And I can smile again
Half my head's withered
And the other half is
Stolen by my friends
Stolen by my friends
Gonna ruminate
In a potters field
Let the left brain rot
While the right hand feels
Empty space by the side
Where something belongs
But it
Left you all behind
And I moved on
I flew on
I Groupon
Tryna save the money
Feeling funny
Saying shit that I don't mean
So mean
Pockets so cleaned out
Tryna make something
Happen to my life
But I feel weak
Peak freak
No knees
Wanna take it to the left
But life comes at me with a right
I wanna feel heft
Real power by my side
Don't wanna feel bereft
I just wanna feel kept
Two to the three to the
Stepping feet be deft
Lonely hearts on sleeves
So girls'll pity me
Snivel seasons here bitch
Some ice up on the wrist
Cause I be boxing like a tease
And I don't aim to please
No, I just wanna move on
Shoot the shit with ease
I ruminate again
Got nowhere else to be
I'm losing all my friends
Faster than
I lose my mind
When she speak divine
Mutilate the words
Interrupt the shit
That's surely coming
My skin is numbing
As the heart grows stiff
Blood pumps elsewhere
Never asking if
The brain could use a hand
Cause it's rotting
And I don't understand
How the origin of the suffering
Happens to be
Of my own making
Shaking and begging
For an end to it all
The light at the end of the path
Burns out your lids and
Sends you tumbling to the wrath
At the bottom of a bottle
Let's waddle to the market
Stumbling through the street
Chasing the heat in the belly
A shot or two or four or ten
It's time to black out
Live through three months again
Then I open my eyes
Rumination done
Just in time to catch the setting sun
Satisfied with the shitty choices I'll make
Make the lord proud
That I'm achieving my fate
On the one day
I decide to look ahead
Terrified of future but
Excited to be dead
In a potter's field
Let the left brain rot
While the right hand feels
Empty space by the side
Where something belongs
But it left you all behind
And moved on
And now I feel great
And I can smile again
Half my head's withered
And the other half is
Stolen by my friends
Stolen by my friends
Gonna ruminate
In a potters field
Let the left brain rot
While the right hand feels
Empty space by the side
Where something belongs
But it
Left you all behind
And I moved on
I flew on
I Groupon
Tryna save the money
Feeling funny
Saying shit that I don't mean
So mean
Pockets so cleaned out
Tryna make something
Happen to my life
But I feel weak
Peak freak
No knees
Wanna take it to the left
But life comes at me with a right
I wanna feel heft
Real power by my side
Don't wanna feel bereft
I just wanna feel kept
Two to the three to the
Stepping feet be deft
Lonely hearts on sleeves
So girls'll pity me
Snivel seasons here bitch
Some ice up on the wrist
Cause I be boxing like a tease
And I don't aim to please
No, I just wanna move on
Shoot the shit with ease
I ruminate again
Got nowhere else to be
I'm losing all my friends
Faster than
I lose my mind
When she speak divine
Mutilate the words
Interrupt the shit
That's surely coming
My skin is numbing
As the heart grows stiff
Blood pumps elsewhere
Never asking if
The brain could use a hand
Cause it's rotting
And I don't understand
How the origin of the suffering
Happens to be
Of my own making
Shaking and begging
For an end to it all
The light at the end of the path
Burns out your lids and
Sends you tumbling to the wrath
At the bottom of a bottle
Let's waddle to the market
Stumbling through the street
Chasing the heat in the belly
A shot or two or four or ten
It's time to black out
Live through three months again
Then I open my eyes
Rumination done
Just in time to catch the setting sun
Satisfied with the shitty choices I'll make
Make the lord proud
That I'm achieving my fate
On the one day
I decide to look ahead
Terrified of future but
Excited to be dead
Writer: John McDonald
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