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This Is My Suitcase

My foot fell asleep. My ankle followed her lead to my leg bone's connected to my hip connected to her hip...well, practically. My heart goes...for

some hats, so now she naps all day and dreams of one day buying her dreams back via the internet. Oh boy, I blew it this time. Most of all, she wont

worse. all is well for now but hell is far too close to turn this car around when the only ones making any sense are playing kickball and smoking candy cigarettes;you know this

and some hats, so now she naps all day and dreams of one day buying her dreams back via the internet. Oh boy, I blew it this time. Most of all, she wont

my whole life packed inside a suitcase Ridin in a Chevy that should've been a Mercedez Tryna keep my head above water So I stayed out the navy I, I, I made a promise to my

to fight for If those in this life are not sacred Then nothing that's a part of it is sacred either If you think God is more important than your neighbor

to fly He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye He waited his whole damn life to take that flight And as the plane crashed down he thought Well, isn't this

take my soul I just never want it back As long as I've been living I've had music in my veins I can't go on without it anymore My suitcase is a wanderer

fake, fuck it I'm paid I can't even find it, empty spot inside my safe I got carnies on my eyes, Louis on my case Lobster, shrimp, and calimari right here chilling on my