Modesto

You came, you went,

My mind it got a dent,

I couldn’t make my rent,

‘Cause all my cash was lent,

This town is filled,

With thousand dollar bills,

Laminated songs,

Contaminated loans,

Well we eat about fifteen times a day,

Staring through a bag of fritolet,

And I play with the fire in the stove,

When my eyes peel out and my fingertips get cold,

Well it’s real and it’s fake,

And it’s flaming like a steak,

And she’s puttin’ out my face,

With the rake,

Oh honey you knew,

That you were,

My one and only blur,

Unglued, depressed,

The meatloaf in my chest,

Personality test,

I failed with the best,

And I stomped and I stormed,

And I passed out in your dorm,

When you hussled me outside,

I couldn’t catch a ride,

Will the subway train speak to me now,

I’m browsing through the supermarket town,

And the girls don’t talk when I’m around,

And I’m feeling bad even though nothing’s wrong.

choking on a breathmint