I ain't going nowhere
I am standing still
Old tracks on new skin
Pressing tin
And rambling weeds
Feeling my sins
Dime-store bags of candy
Paper sacks emptied
Sugared high rolling
Ain’t feeling
This juice flowing
Inside me
Spending all your dollars
I’ll spread my legs babe
Tell me you love me
It’s ok
Wearing these lies
Like a face
So tired
Moving slowly
Where I begin
Is where I end
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