Rogaine

Putting Rogaine on my face So I shave, every day Drinking coffee before bed Instead of sleeping, I just lay And stubble on my chin Just keeps coming back And the coffee in my blood Starts to turning all black Putting Rogaine on my face So I shave, every day And the razor’s getting dull And the metal rusts away And the ceiling crashes down While I’m looking at the ground And the winter piles in As the ac begins And the Rogaine on my face Starts to burn and melt away And the ladies love my face And the guys just want my face And it’s so damn cold in this place And it’s so damn cold in this place And it’s so damn cold in this place Loving contours of the rock As it rolls, down the hill Wearing sweaters in the dark In my house, in the chill Cold blows through the broken glass And the holes, in the walls And the spiders froze to death But the roaches still crawl Wind blows through the broken cracks In the contours of my face And the roaches went and died From the snow, in my place And my sweaters light on fire From their twelfth time in the dryer And nothing else remains But my mirror and Rogaine And the ice forms on my face And the fire burns on my face And the roaches love my face And the spiders want my face And it’s so damn cold in this place And it’s so damn cold in this place And it’s so damn cold in this place Putting Rogaine on my face And then shave it away Putting Rogaine on my face And then shave it away Putting Rogaine on my face And then shave it away And the Rogaine on my face Starts to burn and melt away And the Rogaine on my face And the Rogaine on my face And the Rogaine on my face