the [un]fairway.

you sip and you snort

and you function to fight

practice FORE!-letter words

for when you call me at night

i guess it’s mourning, mostly

when you get around to it

don’t understand this gay shit

although i know that you knew it

you bragged and you boasted

then you made big excuses

sure, i brought in straight A’s

but felt my efforts were useless

it’s not about numbers, it’s not about stand

it’s not about who does or does not have the hand

speaking of hand, have you seen my 9-iron? ’cause last time i saw it, it was up in your head…

and now that’s it’s not, guess i’ll go shoot a round, only time to kill now – ’cause you’re already dead.




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