The Seattle Star

Being good ain’t enough lately; I ain’t got the strength to read me Sunday Comics. Can’t figure what got me here–I don’t want to preach alone, it’s easy to disappear…But mother I’m good as gold! Am I not your boy? Your child? The kid that I once was
Is dead.

And if I see you, it’s like nothing went wrong. Yeah, if we meet again tomorrow, just like Sunday Comics. But there I go erasing our chances just by asking, “How do you sleep?” One step forward. Six steps back.

We were going home, waiting for the kids’ school bus to arrive (but you know, they’re gonna do it anyway).
Read Sunday Comics, wait, is that your phone? Got a TBI. “Wait, is that police?” “Get out for what?” “I’m not your guy.”(But you know, they’re gonna do it anyway). Wife behind the trees tryna to tell you don’t — they’re about to fire (they’re gonna do it anyway).