Wasting Away

Don’t buy into jesus christ
there’s no such thing as the afterlife
and all the things I’ll never see
it’s just another reason to pour a drink and sing
you tell me I’m beyond my years
that’s really not what I want to hear
and I swear to you sweet listener
I’m not apocalyptic mood killer tonight

You’re wasting away your one life
wasting away all your time
You’re throwing away your once chance
You’re drowning it in the bath

If I should die on my birthday
I must insist you cancel the party
pop balloons return the gits
I pray you kept your full receipt
I can’t really play guitar
my veins channel strange dark thoughts
to fingertips on fretted boards
to lonely men
in seedy bars tonight

All your time

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