My old face
Is looking opaque
You won’t know how I feel
I won’t tell you
It’s so great
That’s what he portrays
A portrait that it’s okay
That’s just a picture I paint
A walking faux pas
Lost without those four paws
A mess without my old dog
He gone, my partner

They use their crutches
They usually crush it
I occasionally fuck with

When I feel low

I’m doing same old shit
Just feel a little more guilty than back then

I still feel low

Can’t pinpoint my problems enough
To even bother you with them
After I’m gone this will be a cold case
Kill a cold case with him, yeah
At my grave site
High Life
My life ain’t had that many highlights

Oh, minutia (when I feel low)
Leave me bouquets of fuchsias (when I feel low)

It was
Wamsutta
All summer
My friends all bummers
And I love em’
I’m one of em’

Oh, minutia (when I feel low)
Leave me bouquets of fuchsias (when I feel low)

I still feel low