DUI
Daniel Willard
I've got a way around the bend
A cool mix of rain and sedatives
Don’t stop 'til you get enough
When I die, will you watch me from afar?
When the breaks are releasing
I'll question: who will claim my body?
Sit, deleting emails in furs
Stomach the chemical burn
A family event on the first
Trident, been grinding my teeth
Talking way too-too fast
Can’t keep up with my words
My portions are severed in the thirds
But you say that I'm second to none
I second the notion to notice
I'm notably the person holding the gun
I don't feel good