Nurses Run - Hotel Books

Nurses run the ER like a pound drome on a popsicle stick and run their mouths

like rabid animals begging for a liquor medicating human nature until it

nurtures the future schtick running cuts through core doors of instruments and

IV drips

IVY league kids trading financial aid for cocktails and midnight hyperbolic

remedies of cartoons from the nineties and naked night

And make 3k from a payday like Andre being cast out and an outcast

I have a reason to be quiet than a reason to be loud

'Cause the music is the reason my life is positively changed

We’ve been granted the freedom of high speed internet and confirmation bias

it’s a riot once you warm up to the boys

We have loud instruments and even louder toys instrumentals and the prowls of

power lifters noise making packs fill the railroad to land at the summit to the

valley’s joys and the wave of the guns

Guns are 21 salute fire back to the fallen and retired junk drawer in the glove

compartment of the Cadillac calling back and remove the mansion

From the child all you have left is the canal buried in a route

But I often find myself trying to find myself choking on the bleachers,

soaking on the beacher, hoping I’m a pitcher, joking for a breach I’ll abandon

the abdomen when I feel I’ve laughed too hard to breath

I’m not entitled to your respect but I’ll accept your generosity cause the

price tag is so close to funding my funny vengefully

But centuries have sensually centred the accessible century celibacy create a

monster religion can demolish sensibly so sentence me

Cuff and all tough and sprawl the law of the land demands I get one phone call

So I’ll order around the drinks for everyone involved

Cuff my wrists make a quick list to make sure each little fraction of a faction

of my heart’s demise is resolved

So buy the bleach with down so I can smell the scent of warm laundry when you

bury me alive

I love the way you take notes when I talk but you keep them bottled up inside

in life when I am gaining is far better than when I’m losing then

I’m not losing anything but how badly you want something doesn’t dictate how

much you deserve

It surviving I have one last song to sing don’t give me the Beatles it’s a

little too generic

I will be drown out in the noise and I can’t feel like I earned it give me gran

funk railroader

Something in between keep my head frozen in a box behind Disneyland to give the

oceans the keys please

Whatever you do just understand that when I’m gone you will still accept the

truth

That you are loved completely