Last Great Day

Alarm clock ringing Im not touching the snooze Feeling mighty productive, feel like making some moves Hit the fridge for some eggs and pastries Hash is brown, My brain is bacon Get a text from a girl, this time she ain't frosted flaking Roll up, To her pad We hang out, It goes bad She screams, and then gags Dammit wheres the body bag? The day was going splendid wasn't like any other It's just to bad she's a deadbeat now I guess I have to dump her Now Its midday on the river She sinks, not a swimmer I leave, for dinner A good day? Its killer! Now I'm back to the pad feeling bad bout my decisions Quickly grasp for the strap cock it back, get in position Write a letter, more a memoir, than ill tape it to the mirror Shove some ice cubes in mouth then I pull the fucking trigger