Junk Drawer '24

Sunday morning with the line out the door God is pissed 'bout to settle the score It don't surprise me 'cause I've seen it before Every day's like in Revelation Cowboy killers for the nothing to lose Too familiar for the 6 o'clock news Don't read the comments or watch the reviews Every day the same revelations No sainthood for the living Martyrdom like I'm sizing the vest Bottom rung but I'm trying my best Started numb and they left unimpressed Well they can't all be revelations No one cares while you're alive Don't get to see the world you left Anodyne and atomized With the saints after your death

Indica bowl and a JRPG Watching myself in the black of the screen Nobody's home now and I really need Another indica bowl and a JRPG Indica bowl and a JRPG Afternoon sun setting over the trees Letting the room darken naturally Lit with an indica bowl and a JRPG It asked my name I knew that I could be whoever I wanted But I still typed "YOUR MOM" It wasn't funny after twenty minutes anyway But wait until I bust out the bong. The dankest strain for when modernity's a drain And I don't know that I can go on YOUR MOM just leveled up now it's on. Indica bowl and a JRPG Everyone comes down eventually Everyone wants to be someone unique

Feels like I've been stuck all night Staring at the tail lights Girl I've got you on my mind at the sobriety checkpoint "Sir, have you been drinking much?" Swear I never touch the stuff Hoping that the wink's enough at the sobriety checkpoint Officer, please let me go You keep me away from my baby It's not her fault, she doesn't know And I could use a favor I feel like I've been stuck all night Staring at the tail lights Girl I've got you on my mind at the sobriety checkpoint Officer, I'll have you know To keep me away from my baby Without a cause, I'm sure you know Am I being detained? Feels like I've been stuck all night Staring at the tail lights Think I'm gonna take my time Think I'm gonna take my time Think I'm gonna take all night at the sobriety checkpoint

Are we the bad boys? Are we the bad boys? Are we the bad boys? It's time to ask yourself just who the bad boys are And where will you hide when they come for you? What will you do when they come for you? Who are the bad boys? Are we the bad boys? Are we the bad boys? Are we the bad boys? It's time to ask yourself just who the bad boys are (It's time to ask yourself) And where will you hide when they come for you (just who the bad boys are) It's time to ask yourself What will you do when they come for you? Who are the bad boys? (It's time to ask yourself) Who are the bad boys? (It's time to ask yourself) Are we the bad boys? (It's time to ask yourself) Are we the bad boys? It's time to ask yourself just who the bad boys are Are we the bad boys? It's time to ask yourself.

Fuck I'm stuck in Dallas I hate to say it's true Then a delay at JFK Before I'm home to you It's been a long day And when I say something it never seems to come out right It's okay As long as I can still make the connecting flight Wasn't made for sleeping Headphones for the sound A double after takeoff Another on the ground It looks the same but hey, every airport could be someone's first time out of state And I'm glad it's reassuring.