Just sittin around takin’ up space on your porch,
Sittin around makin it skunk.
It could be worse in my head I guess…
I’m way worse in my head when I’m drunk.
I’m wastin away everday
Still feelin’ so very senseless
But being inside your bright aura I’m weightless,
And feelin’ a little less useless.
Just sittin’ around takin up space on your couch,
Sittin around makin’ it skunk.
It could be waaay worse in my head I guess….
I’m way worse when I’m feelin’ the funk.
Just sittin’ around takin’ up space in your heart’
Sittin’ around makin’ it Skunk
Well, it could be worse
It could be so worse
I’m still worse in my head when I’m drunk.
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