Admiral Fallow, Squealing Pigs

Make a cup with your hands to take a drink

In the same way that your father did

And throw a stone upon the river's lid

Watch the circles take you home

Blow the smoke and watch it leave your lungs.

And how you not, think of what you've done.

Have you not considered life beneath the thumb

of flying solo in your home

Because sometimes it's who not what you do Just because your father dead doesn't mean that you should do

I don't want to lose you

Don't go away from you

Yes that sinking feeling of being alone and it's the way it makes you screeching toes of skin off your bones and I can't help but think as I pick my mouth off the floor

where you still know me in the years

Don't you think about your actions

Counterweight dire reactions

Zero soul you're a loser's son

Don't you go away from here

It minds a minefield in a minor way

Don't just falling like some mindless stray

We're your friends you see is what they say

Don't you go away from here

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