Mm,, Hoagie

Notuing Fucking funny until I die

clutching at the straws and the needle in the haystack that broke my camel's back

but they keep slipping through my sticky fingers while i'm hanging on by a thread through the needle and eggshells I'm on alongside the angels dancing on my pin's head

can't put my finger on the trigger cause my sore thumb's sticking out by a mile so i crack my knuckles and a smile

built my castle and buried my head in the sand where i drew a line but still stand on my own two feet while the fine grains of time drip slowly to the bottom of the glass where i drowned my sorrows and drained my tomorrow

as the stopped clock that was right twice a day set itself back and attacked, punched in and punched out, raced against and to kill and unwind time a ticking bombs away looking for somewhere to drop or a rhyme or reason to call an open season when time flies by a long shot and we're all just sitting ducks in the muck so aim the magic bullet to bite while you set your sights on the future you kept at bay while stalking your old hunting grounds for the sound of a bell tolling out a name that you claim would be as sweet as a rose that's a fresh as the bed of thorns that you've made and you're lying upon now lay yourself to sleep in the sweet-smelling grave that you dug for yourself be careful not to cut yourself on the final nail in the coffin that you're driving home to the end of this tale *INHALE*

so that's all i have to say but why didn't you bail back when you had the chance that's so beyond the pale story's done but hon now that you mention it hey that brings me back we've come right around to the hay bale, that's right the straw that bro—***SHOTGUN SOUNDS***