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“Please, let me go. I have to shit so bad. Don’t make me do it here.”

“Shit? That’s a pretty grown up word for someone who’s about to ruin their pants like a baby. Tell me again what you need to do.”

They’d be reluctant to play along but decide it’s in their best interests to do so. They gulp and their voice tremors.

“I have to poop.”

I spent the whole day in my head

Do a little spring cleaning, I'm always too busy dreaming

Well, maybe I should wake up instead

A lot of things I regret, but I just say I forget

Why can't it just be easy?

Why does everybody need me to stay?

Oh, I hate the feeling

When you're high but you're underneath the ceiling

Got the cards in my hand I hate dealing

Yeah

Get everything I need, then I'm gone

But it ain't stealing

Can I get a break?

I wish that I could just get out my goddamn way

What is there to say?

There ain't a better time than today

Maybe I'll lay down for a little, yeah

'Stead of always trying to figure everything out

And all I do is say, "Sorry"

Half the time, I don't even know what I'm sayin' it about

Good news, good news, good news

That's all they wanna hear

No, they don't like it when I'm down

But when I'm flying, oh, it make 'em so uncomfortable

So different, what's the difference?

When it ain't that bad

It could always be worse

I'm running out of gas, hardly anything left

Hope I make it home from work

Well, so tired of being so tired

Why I gotta build something beautiful just to go set it on fire?

I'm no liar, but sometimes the truth don't sound like the truth

Maybe 'cause it ain't, I just love the way it sound when I say it

Yeah, so what I do?

If you know me, it ain't anything new

Wake up to the moon, haven't seen the sun in a while

But I heard that the skies still blue, yeah

Heard they don't talk about me too much no more

And that's a problem with a closed door

Good news, good news, good news

That's all they wanna hear

No, they don't like it when I'm down

But when I'm flying, oh, it make 'em so uncomfortable

So different, what's the difference?

There's a whole lot more for me waiting on the other side

I'm always wondering, if it feel like summer

I know maybe I'm too late, I could make it there some other time

Then I'll finally discover

That there's a whole lot more for me waiting

That there's a whole lot more for me waiting

I know maybe I'm too late, I could make it there some other time

Then I'll finally discover

That it ain't that bad

Ain't so bad

Well, it ain't that bad

At least it don't gotta be no more

No more, no more, no more, no more

No more, no more, no more, no more

Hey

Mm, hey, mm

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Jon Brion / Malcolm McCormick

Birthday Slam #2, another .45 I love when my man slams me.