As You Were

Stale as a two day half full beer

Cigarette boats float around in here

A field in my gut lacking sunshine

Put down like a teenagers first drink

I cough up compliments I think

You're better off walking away while you still can

She was passing through to climb a hill

As you slipped and slid on my gut spill

My better half was praying for you to fall

Rotten like a three week half full glass

Of breast milk drunken off my ass

I would give anything to erase

The past nine years of my life

Put down like a prostitute in court

All liberty soon to abort

Like my sanity, like thoughts of you

She was passing through to climb a hill

As you slipped and slid on my gut spill

My better half was praying for you to fall

Praying for you to fall, so pitiful

Praying for you to fall, I'm fuckin' pitiful

Praying for you to fall, so pitiful

Praying for you to fall, so fuckin' pitiful.