Samuel/Samantha

Woke up cold on the floor Next to Samuel who's not looking well anymore He nibbled at Jack, while I took my jacket back From Garret who'd needed to sell acid tabs And said he'd freeze his ass off on the way back from mass And the consequence of a drunken afternoon Samantha you stole my heart And the shattered ribs like a rusted, bended spoon We tried to keep locked in the drawer Margaret, I want you to know I was half asleep halfway to Houston Half remembered you And one of those stories you made me read A man who used to sing, now sold chemical solutions Was looking for a bite to eat Maybe then his tremors would cease But it was a ghastly and unsightly feast Void of faculty or constitution But he declared triumphantly "I am the buffet king"